All Chapters of Second Chance For The Broken Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KristaI watched from a distance as Greta chased after her three boys, her voice carrying on the wind, strained and full of exhaustion. They were darting in every direction, little whirlwinds of energy, their laughter ringing out in the warm afternoon air. It was a familiar scene, one that made me ache with something I didn’t want to name. I smiled despite myself, the sight of Greta's swollen belly and her frantic attempts to wrangle her sons filling me with a bittersweet longing.“Come back here this instant!” she cried, a hand resting on her lower back as she tried to waddle after them. The boys were having none of it, of course. They squealed and darted behind a bush, then reappeared just as quickly, tiny feet kicking up dust as they dodged around her.I quickened my steps, my heart warming at the sight of them. Greta’s eyes lit up with relief when she spotted me approaching, and I could see the gratitude in her gaze. I knew it wasn’t easy for her, carrying a child while her mate w

KristaAs I entered the house, the door creaked softly behind me, though the faint murmur of activity throughout the manor drowned out any noise I made. Before I could even take another step, one of the maids rushed toward me, her face flushed with anxiety as she fumbled with a small notepad in her hands.“Luna, the menu for tonight—roast venison, herb-stuffed potatoes, and the fresh spring salad you requested—is that all still fine?” Her voice trembled slightly, her nervousness palpable.I nodded without much thought, managing a soft, “That’s fine,” though my mind was already somewhere else, already tangled in the stress of the night ahead. The maid quickly muttered her thanks and scurried off, leaving me standing in the entryway, watching the house staff dart back and forth like ants preparing for some monumental task.The sight of them moving with such urgency, reminded me of what tonight was — the Half Moon Feast. I felt my chest tighten, my breath hitching for a moment as the rea

KristaI stared at my reflection, willing the hollow look in my eyes to fade, forcing my lips to curve into a passable smile. But the result looked as tired and insincere as I felt inside. Tonight, of all nights, I couldn't afford to let my emotions slip through the cracks. Tonight was about duty, about tradition—and no matter how my stomach churned with anxiety, I had to perform.I splashed my face with cool water, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. "Krista," I whispered to myself, bracing my hands on the edge of the sink. "You’ve been through worse. You can handle this." Opening my eyes, I tried smiling again, and though it wasn’t perfect, it was enough. With a final glance in the mirror, I steeled myself and called for my maids to help me dress.Two figures entered the room at once: Lyla and Serah. Lyla, always a little shy, bowed quietly, while Serah’s face broke into a wide grin. Serah and I had a bond that went beyond mere service; she had been more than a maid to me. Being

Krista The scream was raw, filled with a terror that settled like ice in my veins. I froze, and so did everyone else, the joyous atmosphere of the night shattering in an instant.I turned slowly toward the source, my heart pounding, a strange sense of dread settling over me. Standing on the edge of the clearing, illuminated by the pale light of the moon, was Laurel. Her clothes were torn, her face bloodied, and her eyes—my heart skipped a beat—they were wide with horror, staring at something far beyond us, as though she’d seen a nightmare that had followed her here.A collective gasp rose from the pack members around us, whispers of disbelief filling the silence. It was like seeing a ghost. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, my heart twisting painfully in my chest as I watched her, wondering if somehow, this was all some sick illusion.But Jacob moved. As if pulled by some invisible thread, he left my side, and I felt the loss of his presence immediately, a cold emptiness where his w

KristaThe bed felt cold last night, and not just because I slept alone. I’ve spent more than a few nights without Jacob beside me, whether because of a late meeting or a patrol run, but somehow last night the loneliness seeped deeper. My thoughts kept returning to his face as he’d cradled Laurel, the way his eyes had softened with something I’d never quite felt directed toward me. The memory left an ache that refused to settle, circling in my stomach like a storm long after I managed to drift to sleep.I didn’t want to lie beside Jacob while I knew he’d be thinking about her, his thoughts lingering on the ghost of the woman who had been with him long before me. So I slept in the spare room, curled up on an uncomfortable, barely-used mattress, my heart twisting every time I thought of the way Jacob had held her—Laurel, the one he never stopped loving. And as I drifted into a restless sleep, I tried to tell myself that the queasiness in my stomach was only from the tension of the night