All Chapters of UNBROKEN : THE ROGUE LUNA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

His thumb on my lip felt like a brand.Heat detonated low in my stomach, sharp and sudden, as if a live wire had been spliced directly into my veins. My knees buckled. The world narrowed to the rough pad of his skin, the storm-pine scent flooding my lungs, and the violent, waking howl of my wolf.*MATE. MATE. MATE.*She hadn't spoken in six years. The suppressant herbs wrapped around my wrist had kept her buried, sedated, silent. Now, she clawed at the inside of my ribs, desperate to surface, desperate to bare her throat to the monster standing in front of me.I couldn't breathe."Let her go."Alpha Richard's voice sliced through the haze. It was tight, strained, laced with the kind of panic only a man hiding a corpse could muster.Caleb didn't move. His blackened eyes stayed locked on mine, pupils blown wide, chest rising in slow, measured drags. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, vibrating rumble that made the marble beneath my shoes tremble."Say that again, Richard. I dar

The mark burned like a second heartbeat.I sagged against Caleb's chest, gasping, fingers digging into his bare shoulders as waves of golden warmth pulsed from the bite on my neck through every vein, every nerve, every forgotten corner of my body. It was like swallowing sunlight after six years of darkness.Then the bond opened.Not gently. Not gradually. It split open like a wound, and Caleb's emotions flooded into me—a tidal wave so massive I nearly drowned.*Rage.* Cold, calculated, bottomless rage toward every hand that had ever touched me. I felt him cataloging the faded scars on my wrists, the slight limp in my left ankle from a break that had never been set properly, the way I flinched when voices rose. He was memorizing every injury like a ledger. Like a debt he intended to collect in blood.*Hunger.* Not for flesh or power. For *me.* A bone-deep, aching need to press his nose to my hair, to count my breaths while I slept, to stand between me and every shadow that had ever mad

The training yard behind the Shadow Den was quiet except for the dull thud of my body hitting the ground.Again.I lay there for a heartbeat, staring at the pale morning sky through swaying pine branches while every muscle in my body protested."Up."Caleb's voice carried across the clearing, calm and unyielding.I pushed myself onto trembling arms and climbed to my feet. Dirt clung to my palms, and sweat dampened the borrowed gray tunic hanging loosely on my frame."I've fallen seven times," I muttered."You've stood up seven times."I frowned at him."You always find a way to make losing sound like winning."A corner of his mouth lifted. "Because you're measuring the wrong thing."He stepped closer, stopping just beyond arm's reach. Since arriving at the Shadow Den, he had been careful about keeping that distance. Close enough to protect me. Far enough to respect me.It was strangely comforting."Again," he said.I raised my fists the way he had shown me and rushed forward.My punch

The Great Hall of the Shadow Den was built for war, not diplomacy. Massive stone pillars lined the walls like the ribs of some ancient beast. Iron chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, their flames casting long, restless shadows across the polished granite floor. At the far end of the hall, four enormous chairs had been arranged in a semicircle, each one occupied by an Alpha whose power pressed against my skin like a physical weight.I catalogued them as Caleb led me forward. The first was a mountain of a man with a red beard and cold blue eyes. Alpha Brennan of the Ironmaw Pack. He watched us with open suspicion, his thick arms folded across a barrel chest.The second was a woman. That surprised me. She was lean and sharp-featured, with cropped black hair and a jagged scar running from her temple to her jaw. Alpha Sera of the Nighthollow Pack. Her dark eyes tracked me with unsettling curiosity.The third was ancient. White-haired, hollow-cheeked, draped in furs despite the warmt

Dawn broke over the Shadow Den in shades of bruised violet and pale gold. I didn’t sleep. Not really. I lay staring at the wooden ceiling, Richard’s words looping in my head like a broken record. *Her mother bled on my floor.* Six years of wondering. Six years of nightmares I refused to name. Now I knew. The monster who fed me half-plates of gruel and called it shelter had killed the only person who ever looked at me like I mattered.I slipped out of bed before the sun cleared the ridge.The halls were empty, silent except for the distant cry of a patrol hawk. I pulled on a thick wool coat, laced my boots, and stepped into the chill. The air bit at my skin, clean and sharp, nothing like the damp, recycled air of the Blackwood basement. I walked without purpose, drawn by something I couldn’t name.The courtyard was hidden behind a crumbling stone arch, half-overgrown with frost-stiffened ivy. At its center stood a dry koi pond, cracked tiles visible beneath a layer of pale leaves. Besi