All Chapters of Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

​As Lucan’s words echoed off the stone walls, the three figures flanking him leaned into the drama with sickening satisfaction. ​Morgana stepped a half-inch forward, her eyes locked onto Elara’s heavy white silk gown. She let out a loud, mocking snicker that cut right through the heavy silence of the room. Her lips curled into a venomous sneer as she slowly raked her gaze up and down Elara's frame.​"Look at her," Morgana whispered loudly to Zara, her voice dripping with theatrical pity. "Dressed in white like she's some kind of pure, untouchable queen. She really thinks a fancy dress can wipe away the stench of being a broken, discarded mate."​Zara glowered at the dais, her eyes narrowed into two hateful slits. Her gaze fixed entirely on the prominent curve of Elara's stomach, her jaw clenching so tight the skin around her mouth went white. The raw envy vibrating off her was palpable; she looked like she wanted nothing more than to tear that white silk to shreds with her bare hands

A loud growl of pure rage left Riven's mouth and with a snap, Riven winnowed off the dais. He appeared right in front of Lucan and grabbed him by the throat before the man could even blink. The force of it lifted Lucan completely off his feet.​Morgana screamed, scrambling backward into Theron as Riven slammed Lucan’s back into the nearest empty banquet table, splintering the heavy wood. Riven didn't stop. He dragged Lucan by his neck across the room, plowing him through silver platters, spilling food and wine everywhere.​Lucan clawed frantically at Riven’s hand, his legs kicking uselessly in the air as his face turned blue.​Riven hauled him to the center of the hall and slammed him hard onto the stone floor, pinning him by his throat. Riven leaned down, his face inches from Lucan’s, completely furious.​"Say it again," Riven growled, his voice shaking the room. "Look at my mate and say those words again, you pathetic piece of filth."​Lucan choked, a wet gasp escaping his lips as h

​"That's a lie!" Morgana shrieked, finding her voice even without her magic. "We didn't force..."​"He's making it up to cover her tracks!" Zara chimed in, her voice shrill with desperation as she tried to back up the witch. "Don't listen to him! He's...he's a liar"​Before either of them could finish their sentences, Dorian stepped out of the shadows. The relaxed smirk was gone from his face, replaced by a cold, lethal aura that instantly filled the space between them. He didn't even draw a weapon; he just let his heavy, oppressive Beta pressure slam into the two women, forcing the air right out of their lungs.​"Shut your mouths," Dorian said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly tone that made both Morgana and Zara instantly snap their jaws shut.​He stepped right into the light of the torches, looking past the trembling women and straight at the council of visiting Alphas.​"You all want to know the truth about what happened in NightLight?" Dorian asked, gesturing broadly

​A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the grand hall. The visiting Alphas exchanged long, tense glances, the revelation stirring old memories that had been buried under decades of political silence.​One by one, six Alphas stood up, their expressions grim as the pieces of a historic puzzle finally began to click into place.​Alpha Thomas of the Stonefang pack, the oldest leader in attendance, was the first to speak. His deep, gravelly voice carried the weight of years. "I remember," he said, his brow furrowed. "I remember when the NightLight pack suddenly changed hands. We were told the late Alpha Martinns died of a sudden, wasting sickness in the dead of winter. Your father stepped up to lead. But there were always whispers... whispers that a healthy Alpha doesn't just waste away in a week."​Beside him, Alpha Craig of the Ironwood pack nodded in agreement. "My father was the leader back then, and he always questioned it. He told me that NightLight’s borders closed overnight. We al

​With the traitors securely held by the visiting guards, the chaotic noise in the hall died down to a tense, expectant murmur. Every eye turned toward the center of the room, waiting to see what the executioner of the Blood Court would do next.​Instead of drawing his blade, Riven turned his back on the captives. He looked up at the dais, his dark gaze locking onto Elara, a faint, mocking smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he gestured toward the kneeling prisoners.​"What do you think should be done to them, Elara?" Riven asked, his deep voice carrying a sharp, sarcastic edge. "Out of everyone in this room, you’ve been the primary beneficiary of their... generosity. From Silas's initial backstabbing, to Lucan’s inspiring leadership, to Morgana’s lovely mind-bending magic... straight down to Zara and her father's legendary loyalty. They tore your family apart and stole your life. It only feels fair that you get to choose how we wrap up this family reunion."​Elara’s breath hitc