All Chapters of Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

​The afternoon sun filtered softly through the heavy curtains of the mountain house, casting long, warm lines of light across the floor. Elara sat on the plush sofa, her hands resting naturally over the noticeable swell of her stomach.​The door to the sitting room clicked open, and Selena walked in. She carried a familiar leather medical bag, her face softening the moment she saw Elara.​"Look at you," Selena said gently, setting her bag on the side table. "Every time I visit, it feels like you've grown an inch overnight."​"It feels that way too, Mother," Elara said, offering a small, tired smile as Selena knelt on the floor beside the sofa. "Riven is nearly losing his mind. I think he checks my pulse every twenty minutes while I'm sleeping."​"I check it every twenty minutes because you're important to me, Elara... I check it because you’re carrying my entire world," Riven's deep, gravelly voice cut in from the next room.​Riven stepped into the room from the adjoining study. His m

Riven laid her back onto the large mattress, ignoring every question she brought up about the whispers between him and Dorian. Before he could even pull his arms out from under her, Elara’s palms were flat against his chest, digging into his shirt.​"Riven, I’m serious," she said, her voice dropping into that quiet, stubborn register he knew too well. "Your hand was right on the western line of that map. Are you crossing into NightLight territory are you planningto invade them? Is it worth it?"​Riven stayed braced over her, not moving, like a solid wall of heat and muscle, his shadow completely blocking out the bright moon light filtering through the bedroom curtains. "Elara. Let it go."​"I’m not letting it go. It’s my family's blood in that dirt," she said, her voice cracking slightly with an frustration that had been brewing all afternoon. She tried to shift her hips, to wedge enough space between them to sit up, but he was too heavy, too intentionally there. "If Lucan is coming

Zara’s face went completely pale, her grip on the towel tightening so hard her knuckles turned white. She took a step toward him, her eyes wide with shock. "What exactly do you mean by that? Did you sleep with Elara while she was trapped in your territory when you kidnapped her?"​Lucan stiffened, the confident smirk instantly vanishing from his face. "Zara, no...it’s not...that's not what happened. I just mean the timing of the pregnancy is..."​"You just mean what, Lucan?" Zara demanded, her voice cracking as she stared at him. "Did you touch her? Do you love her?"​"I didn't...I mean, she was here, and I thought..." Lucan stammered, his tongue suddenly feeling too thick for his mouth as he scrambled for an explanation. "It’s a tactical lie, Zara. The bond between them is..."​"Oh, please!" Morgana cut in, her voice slicing through Lucan's stuttering like a blade. She stepped forward, looking at Zara with a vicious, satisfied grin. "Don't let him lie to your face. He didn't touch he

​Elara woke up before the sun was fully over the treeline, but for the first time in weeks, the heavy exhaustion was completely gone. She sat up, stretching her arms above her head, and blinked in surprise. The dull, constant ache in her lower back had vanished. Instead, a vibrant, humming warmth spread from the center of her chest down to her abdomen.​She placed a hand over her stomach, a soft smile spreading across her face. The pup was quiet, but she could feel it a distinct, low current of pure Alpha power radiating directly from her child and channeling straight into her veins. It didn't feel heavy or domineering like Riven’s aura; it felt like a reservoir of clean, untamed strength.​By mid-morning, Elara was a blur of energy around the house. She swept through the main rooms, dusting shelves and organizing the kitchen pantry. She spent an hour preparing a massive spread of food for the guards on duty, her body moving with a lightness she hadn't felt since before the pregnancy.

Elara chuckled at Willow's last statement as they walked toeards the kitchen to get her sister something to eat. They didn’t even make it to the kitchens before the heavy double doors at the end of the corridor swung open. Two Alphas stepped through, flanked by their Betas and Lunas. The contrast between them was stark—Alpha Kenneth of the Moon Rain pack was an older, broad-shouldered man with a neatly trimmed gray beard, while Alpha Vance of the Crestwood pack was younger, sharp-eyed, and practically radiating nervous energy.​Willow immediately smoothed down her dress, her coordinator mask slipping effortlessly into place, as Elara smiled brightly at them, slipping into her dury."Alpha Kenneth, Alpha Vance. Welcome to the Blood Court."​she stepped forward, forcing her shoulders back despite the sudden, strange flutter in her chest. "We hope your journey through the mountain passes was smooth."​"As smooth as a trip through Bloodclaw territory can be, Luna Elara," Alpha Kenneth r