All Chapters of The Broken Luna's Surrogate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: VivianThree weeks spent trapped within four wooden walls had started affecting my sanity.The cottage felt less like a safe place and more like a gilded cage. Every oak beam smelled of dark timber, burning wood and the strong memory of Gideon’s body pressed over mine.The air inside the small bedchamber still felt thick with what we had done, the reality of his hard cock driving deep into me, the heat of his body, and the warmth of his release filling my womb while I arched into the mattress, chasing a peak that left me breathless and trembling.It was no longer just a business arrangement.My body had learned his touch.My wolf, Zina, recognized him. And that reality terrified me.I pulled my wool cloak tightly around my shoulders and unlatched the front door. The bitter, freezing air hit my face like a slap, but before my boots could touch the snow on the porch, two heavy iron halberds crossed sharply in front of my chest."Step back, female," Brant barked, his eyes stern bene

POV: GideonThe heavy wooden door slammed shut behind us, blocking out the cold wind from the forest.I leaned my back against the door, breathing heavily. My left shoulder was burning where the rogue's claws had cut me, but the pain did not matter to me.How can I be standing here so still? I thought, my mind racing faster than my pulse. I just shifted, I just killed, I just tore a beast apart... I should be lying on the floor in agony.Something else was wrong. Or rather, something was very right.I stood still in the quiet warmth of the cottage, waiting for the familiar pain behind my head. For eight painful months, my life had been hell. An unknown blood-magic curse had trapped my mind in constant torment. Every breath I took usually came with a terrible headache that made my sight blurry and left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had accepted it as my permanent punishment, a slow death sentence I was forced to hide from my pack every single day.I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain

Vivian's POVThe cottage seemed smaller whenever I was alone with my thoughts.For three days after Silas’s envoy slipped through the tree line at night, I had kept the parchment hidden under my thin mattress. He had offered me double my contract price to sell out Alpha Gideon. One hundred and fifty thousand gold marks up front, no questions asked, no child required. All I had to do was sign a statement claiming Alpha Gideon was unfit, abusive, or forcing me against my will.It was enough money to buy back my mother’s house three times over. It was enough to send Toby to the finest university in the human cities, buy him a proper estate, and make sure my mother never had to set foot in a communal infirmary again. It was everything I had sacrificed my body for, and now I could have it without spending another night lying in the dark, waiting for a man who refused to look at my face.But every time I touched the edge of that parchment, my stomach turned.I knew that font. I knew that ki

Gideon's POV"Void her contract, pay her the base attendance fee, and send her back to Silver Ridge today."Marcus's words hung in the quiet cottage.He was speaking with the practical mind of a Beta who saw everything as numbers, plans, and military decisions. Lord Vane's daughter. An Alpha-blooded female. A quick political alliance to calm the council elders before the Blood Moon. On paper, it was the only reasonable choice left.And yet, as his words settled in my chest, something inside me broke.My wolf, usually quiet beneath the weight of my responsibilities, suddenly rose with a fury so strong that the edges of my vision turned red. The temperature in the small living room seemed to drop. Even the shadows in the corners looked darker.Send her back?Send Vivian back to the father who had struck her across the face? Back to the pack that had called her a whore? Back to a freezing house with a dying mother and an angry brother, with nothing in her hands after everything she had s

Marcus's POVIn my fifteen years as Beta of the Blood River Pack, I had viewed the world through a single, different picture that was : survival.To me, a pack was not built on sentimental ideals or dramatic grandstanding. It was built on numbers, supply lines, political alliances, and tactical force. Every wolf had its own function. Every choice a person makes had a cost.And right now, the numbers were bleeding us dry to the core.I stood in the center of the cottage living room, watching Senior Healer Thomas wipe the clear liquid from his silver testing tray.The negative result felt like a cold blade slipping into our defenses. Silas was at the borders, spending gold like water to buy off council elders before the Blood Moon comes. Luna Cynthia was fading faster each week, becoming more pale than usual. The pack was teetering on the edge of a bloody civil war, and our entire stability rested on a barren Beta surrogate hidden in the woods.The solution was blindingly simple."Voi