All Chapters of Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

​"What do you mean?" Riven’s voice dropped, a hard, dangerous edge cutting through his tone. He stepped closer to the Priestess, his aura flaring slightly with the demanding weight of an Alpha. "Selena, if there is a threat coming for my mate and my son, I need a name. Elaborate. Who are we dealing with?"​Selena met his gaze steadily, though her hands trembled slightly beneath her robes. "I cannot, Riven. Not yet. Giving a name to an ancient shadow gives it power, and right now, I have only suspicions based on old lore. If I am wrong, I cause unnecessary panic. If I am right... I need time to consult the sacred texts to be absolutely certain how to fight it."​Riven looked ready to argue, his jaw tight with frustration, but Elara gently placed a hand on his chest, her touch instantly soothing his rising temper. He took a heavy breath, forcing his posture to relax, though his eyes remained guarded.​"Fine," Riven growled softly. "But the moment you know something concrete, you tell us

​The grey-haired elder bowed his head even lower, his hands trembling with remorse. "We are especially sorry for making you suffer for so long under a fake prophecy, Alpha Elara. We forced you to hide, and we made you believe your beautiful white hair was something you should be ashamed of, when it was the very mark of your royal lineage."​Elara looked at the elders, her expression calm but carrying the full weight of her authority. "The past cannot be undone," she said, her voice steady and clear. "You were blinded by a tyrant's magic, but the fog has cleared. Silvermoon will no longer live in the shadows of shame or false words."​Selena stepped forward, her robes rustling as she raised her hands in a quiet blessing. "The Moon Goddess judges the heart, not the illusions cast by evil men. Your repentance is noted, and the spirits of Silvermoon’s ancestors finally rest easy knowing their true bloodline has reclaimed this ground."​A heavy silence settled over the room as the final me

​Selena left, and Willow stepped onto the porch to call Dorian.​Inside, the house went dead silent. Elara’s eyes drifted across the room and landed on the empty bassinet in the corner.​A choked sob broke from her chest. Her legs gave out, and she sank onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands as tears spilled over her knuckles.​Riven was beside her in a second. He dropped to his knees, gently pulling her hands away from her face so she had to look at him.​"Elara," he said softly, his hands firm on her wrists. "Why are you crying? Look at me. Everything is going to be okay. We are going to find him."​"I miss him, Riven," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I just miss my baby."​She grabbed the front of his shirt, her eyes wide with raw agony.​"What's the point of all this power? What's the point of these titles, these packs, and all this magic... if we couldn't even save our own son?"Riven pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her until she was buried against his chest. H

Elara let out a sharp, furious breath through her nose, her chest heaving as she glared at Lucan one last time. She was done with him.​Without another word, she turned her back on the cell, reached out, and grabbed Riven’s hand, her burnt fingers digging tightly into his palm.​"Take me away," she demanded, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage. "Now."​Riven didn't hesitate. He pulled her flush against his side, his shadow magic surging instantly at her command. Darkness rose up around them like a sudden wave, swallowing the dim light of the dungeon and cutting off Lucan's parting smirk before the shadows dissolved into nothingness and then dropped Elara and Riven directly into the grand study of the former NightLight pack house.​Elder Thomas sat behind his mahogany desk, a porcelain cup lifted halfway to his lips. Before he could take a sip, the shadows erupted, casting a freezing chill through the room as Riven and Elara materialized right in front of him.Elder Thom

Elara let out a heavy sigh as Riven reached for her hand. He gently lifted her fingers, bruised and stained with dry blood, and pressed a quiet, tender kiss to the back of her palm.​"I'm sorry," Riven whispered, his voice dropping all trace of mockery, raw with genuine remorse.​Elara looked down at their joined hands, the tension in her posture finally breaking into something fragile.​"I really want to be as strong as you are, My love," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "I'm trying... I swear I'm trying to hold it together, but it's so hard."​Riven squeezed her hand tightly, his dark eyes fixed on hers with unwavering warmth and respect.​"I know," he said softly, stepping closer to pull her against him. "I totally understand, Little moon. You don't have to carry all of this alone."Before Riven could say anything more, the heavy wooden doors of the study burst open.​Elder Thomas bustled back into the room, followed closely by