Broken Luna Novels & Stories

She opens her mouth to say something, but Selene rushes up the stairs, giving her no chance. Clarisse follows, and just before Selene can close the door, she slips inside. "I don’t have the time or patience for this, Clarisse. Just leave." "No. I’m not going anywhere until you hear what I have to say. My brother is suffering—he needs you." "If he needed me, he wouldn’t have buried himself between Inés’s legs. He betrayed me." Selene steps into the bathroom. Clarisse follows. "He had no choice, Selene. Please, listen to him. If you reject him, our pack will fall apart. He won’t be able to recover—I know him. None of us will. You are our Luna."

Alyse Pov The iron bars of the dungeon didn't just hold me in; they reminded me that I was a ghost. After Alaeric walked away, the silence in the cell felt like a lead weight. His words looped in my head like a curse. A mistake I cannot afford. I do not accept you as my Luna. First Kayden. Now him. I leaned my head against the cold stone and closed my eyes, refusing to let a single tear fall. I was done crying for men who didn't want me.

Completely. The broken luna found her mates. Both of them. Finally and fully. Everything else is details. Painful, complicated, dangerous details. But still just details. The core is solid. The family is real. The love is true. That's victory. Even when everything else is falling apart. They'll take it. Cherish it. Build on it. Together. Always together. The coup failed. The bond succeeded. The family survived. One more day. One more battle. One more chance.

He'd grown sick of me, and I'd grown exhausted from pretending not to care. I forced myself to meet his gaze, to stand still and listen as his voice cut into me like shards of glass. "Now that Lily's back, you should understand—she's the only one who can be Luna in my heart. Don't tell me you're trying to sabotage our bond severance by playing the victim in front of my dad." My throat burned. A tremor ran through me as disbelief flooded my chest, tears welling despite my efforts to hold them back. Why? Why did Aaron always have to misunderstand me?

“I’m here, Luna, I’m here—” Lillieth made a broken, tiny noise at that word. Luna. Her Luna. To Jane Lillieth was her Luna. Lillieth’s face crumpled. Not from pain. From something else. Too big. Too much. Her eyes turned back to Draven, slow like moving through water. And for the first time since the bond snapped into place and ruined both of them, she looked at him awake and vulnerable and saw him break. Not his jaw clenched.

Closing my eyes, I let my tears roll down my cheek, "Unmark me. And when I come back, mark me again. I'm your Luna, I'm your mate." She said and kissed my tears away, "Let me be stronger for you." Very slowly, I lowered my lip to her mark and softly kissed the skin as I opened my mouth.

The word hit like a slap. Luna's crescent flared. "Watch your tongue," she said coldly. "Or what?" Scar challenged. "You will exile me? Kill me? At least then I would die *mattering.* Instead of being dismissed like a pup who cannot handle the truth." "The truth," Luna said, voice rising, "is that I am *broken.* The Moonstone is killing me. In days, maybe hours, it will explode. And everyone near me will die. That is not strategy. That is *fact.*"

For an Alpha to be unable to sense his Luna was a sign of only one thing: the bond was either broken or on the verge of collapsing entirely. “What did you do?” Alexander slammed a hand on the table. “A mate bond doesn't sever itself. A Luna only breaks it when she has endured unimaginable suffering.” Cain opened his mouth, but no words came. He thought of the despair in my eyes the day I miscarried, the blood staining my gown as I knelt on the shattered moonstone, the numb look on my face when I’d asked, “Is that enough?” “Alpha,” his assistant rushed into the hall, “we've tracked the Luna. She was on a flight to London three days ago.”

“But she had gotten over him, or at least she thought she had. What they had had been over for a long time now, and she had wanted it to stay that way. She had worked hard to make it so, made something of herself to ensure it. Because he had hurt her.” Luna knew she wasn’t deceiving anybody, certainly not her mother, with her cover story, but somehow, it just felt easier talking about Justin as if she hadn’t been the one he hurt. “He had broken her heart,” she continued, “shattered her and broken her spirit. The breakup had been the worst thing she had ever gone through in her entire life. And now he’s back.” Luna’s hand fisted in her bowl of dough. “He’s back and just like before, he’s thre

He wasn't going to give up just like that. On the other side, Luna got up from the ground. I think she was done playing with this girl. She didn't even know what the challenge was about, but if she wanted a fight, she would get one. When Skippy kicked her leg out, Luna grabbed it, pulling it so she had done a split. She screamed out as her legs split apart. She stomped on her legs, breaking her kneecaps. She screamed out so loud that Bandit turned, looking over at his sister, his eyes wide as he saw her do a split, then Luna stomping on her legs, breaking them. He screamed out to her to keep strong, but she couldn't hear him; she was in shock with both of her legs being broken. When she came