All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ayla's pov I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying some moisturizer on my face as I pressed my cell phone in-between my shoulder and my ear. I was wearing a lace panty and bra after I had used an hour to shower. “Yeah I understand" I said to the phone for the third time, it was hard to figure out what to say when everything sounded so overwhelming.I put down the moisturizer as I listened to Clara as she went on about the office and the fact that she had seen Aiden some days ago. She described Aiden as weary and unkept. In short term. He wasn't himself at all. But he was looking for me. Requesting to see me and didn't mind if we didn't talk. I understood if he hadn't moved on, I couldn't deny that he loved me but now I don't know why I felt it was more than this. More than just our breakup. I waved off the thoughts and said. “Sooo. You sure you and Ivy don't want to come back here?” I easily shifted from the conversation. “And be disgusted by both you and Killian”

Ayla's pov It had been minutes since Aiden left. He didn't turn on the bedroom lights, only pulled the drapes low enough so the light from outside seeped in. I tried not to focus on anything other than the act of being perfectly still. I took deep breaths, letting my grip rest on the edge of the bed. My bare feet pressed against the cold tiles as I curled my fingers around the edge each time the wound stinged. Killian hadn't said a word since Aiden left, he only brought the first aid box, crouched beside me and used the wool and antiseptic to dab at my affected skin. He cleaned it and rinsed it a couple of times before finally dressing it with a bandage, he focused on how perfectly the band was supposed to wrap around my hand and when I winced he paused and started wrapping it all over again. “Are you mad at me?” I asked in a low voice. He cut off the excess bandage on the wound, before he said finally. “That you threw yourself without thinking to save him?” he forced a smile

Ayla's pov. My phone rang without any answer, I dialed again and there was suddenly no service. I paced around the living room, where Ivy and Clara sat far apart and Killian sat comfortably and nonchalantly on the couch. “I can't reach him" I turn to Ivy, also avoiding Killian's gaze. “Try again," Ivy said. Clara rose up and stretched out the phone towards me. “Or try with another number" she suggested. I took the phone and dialed his number, the call went straight to voicemail, and I streaked my hands into my hair. "He's not reachable either” I couldn't tell what might be going on in Aiden's head right now, what he was going to do with this 6. If ever I wanted him to know the truth, it wasn't like this, never like this. “Arghhh” I let out. Clara rubbed her temples. “What do you think might have happened to him?” Anxiety laced in her tone. " He's probably in a pharmacy treating his self-inflicted wound." I heard Killain’s lazy voice from the other side of the living room. I

Third person's pov For the past few days this was how it was. Her moving through the shadows with purpose, measured steps and her expression carefully composed. She stopped outside a barrier chamber just beneath the council wing. The beta's room. For a moment she hesitated before she knocked and then the door opened almost immediately as if he had been waiting for her. “You" a calm surprise flickering briefly across his face. “You shouldn't be here now" he brought his head out of the room. “I have something, something that could help us" Rowan growled at her before pulling her into his chambers and locking the door behind him. " Make this quick” he leaned back against a table, arms crossed. Lila glanced at his shoulders, they were broader than Kallum's, less imposing in presence but sharper. She shook her head to shake the thoughts out of her head. “I met a witch" she informed "and I got something we could use” “This witch, can she be trusted or you just.. “I

Third person's pov Kallum returned to his chambers aWashington after the dinner. He took off the dark robe and placed it on the bed before walking towards the bathroom where he went into his hands and his face. He wasn't surprised at why anyone would want him dead. People fear what they understand and see it as a threat. As he washes his hands, the presence of blood is washed away as well. He had restored authority, balance and the fact that no one was above his rage.But then he found out about Lila being involved and her reason, it made him flinch for a second and in that second he thought about how possible it was for Killian to still take back the throne. ‘Erebus’ his consciousness growled. Not his wolf, never his wolf. Kallum had suppressed his wolf, in his theory. Nothing should be more powerful than him. Not even his wolf. Even though suppressed he still had it in him. As the dark witch penetrated his thoughts he wiped his face with a clean towel and walked out of the bat