Alle Kapitel von Second Chance For The Broken Luna: Kapitel 171 – Kapitel 180

Krista*The single word landed like a stone tipped into a stream. Alpha Ward muttered a curse under his breath as Luna Misha squeezed his arm.Alpha Clarke folded his hands together. “How certain are you?”Hunter looked directly at Jacob. “Of all the packs mentioned during the interrogations, the only one we definitely know contains a spy is Red Moon.”Beside me, Jacob didn't visibly react.“Windstone and Fellhowl were mentioned in passing. The rogues who survived were not entirely certain. They only knew that reports had come from those territories at various points.”Alpha Ward clasped his hands together so tightly his knuckles whitened. Luna Misha laid a comforting hand over his but he barely seemed aware of it.“Fellhowl?” His face was drained of colour.“Their information was uncertain,” Hunter repeated.“That doesn't make me feel better,” Ward snapped.Across from us, Alpha Clarke exchanged a meaningful look with Luna Silva. Neither appeared pleased but they appear particularly

Krista*Hunter's expression changed instantly. Slowly, he shook his head. “The Waerloga are not a pack.” His voice held an unmistakable note of disdain. “Waerloga is what the rogues call themselves under this Rogue King.”My stomach dropped. For a moment, I simply stared at him. I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly.Hunter continued. “The word comes from Old English. It roughly translates to ‘oath breakers’.”It was hard not to feel the shock icing my veins. Suddenly I saw last night differently, re-categorizing the man I had met with the information I now knew. The flirtation. The amused eyes. The way he had introduced himself.Goddess above...I had met the Rogue King. I had stood alone in a dark hallway drinking stolen wine with him.I had laughed with him.I had allowed him to hold my hand. I had allowed the man responsible for Magnus Adrian's death... the man responsible for countless raids, the man whose wolves had hunted me to Eldeg... to stand close enough that I could smell him.

Krista*He had me and he had Kenan. But we had never been enough. The realization struck me with a quiet, painful force. My hand stilled around the knife.Luke deserved more than two adults and whatever temporary companions he could find wherever we happened to settle. He deserved friends, other children. Guilt twisted through me at the thought that I would soon take all of this away from him. Fiercely, I pushed the guilt aside and made myself a silent promise: wherever we went next, Luke would never be so lonely again.Perhaps we would find another pack, one far away from here. Somewhere no one knew us and Jacob's name carried no weight over our lives.I carefully tried to cut away some of the excess wood around the wolf's stomach.“This one is going to be the best,” Luke said confidently.“Of course it is.”“And Ollie will like mine the most.”“I thought yours was for Ollie,” I said. “Then whose is mine for?”Luke looked at me, then his face lit up. “You can give yours to Uncle Ken

Jacob*I was not entirely sure I succeeded in hiding my irritation as Krista walked away with Luke. I watched her carry him across the lawn, Luke still protesting in that determined little voice of his that he was not finished with his carving. Krista did not even slow down. She simply adjusted him more firmly against her hip and continued walking. They disappeared around the side of the manor.I looked down at the half-finished wooden wolf between my feet, realizing that Krista, in her hurry, had forgotten her wolf with me. A moment ago, I had been enjoying myself. That realization was mildly unsettling.I had come looking for Krista. Specifically, I had come looking for Krista because spending the night with her had apparently done absolutely nothing to diminish my appetite for her. If anything, it had made the situation worse.I had woken that morning with her scent still on my skin and the memory of her body under mine so vivid that I had nearly dragged her back into bed before t

Jacob*I forced myself to continue before either of us could retreat from the truth. “Whatever we had before, whatever we thought we were building...it is over.”The silence that followed felt suffocating. Laurel stared at me as if she had not understood the words. Then her face began to change, slowly. “You are ending things with me?”I did not answer immediately, because the truth was that I had not known when exactly the end had happened. Perhaps it had happened the moment Krista returned. Perhaps it had happened long before that, and I had simply refused to acknowledge it. But there was no uncertainty in me now.“Krista is my mate,”I said firmly, “And she is the Luna of this pack.”The silence that followed was deafening. Laurel looked as though I had struck her. I hated that. Goddess, I hated it. But I would not lie to her simply because the truth hurt. Not anymore.“I am grateful for everything you have done,” I continued. “For me and for this pack.” My voice grew rougher. “You