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And beyond him, scattered across impossible distances, she felt other shards calling out in a network of connection that spanned realms and realities. Visions cascaded through her mind faster than she could process. She saw the Oath being sworn, witnessed by moons that had names she could not pronounce but somehow understood. She saw the breaking, the moment when betrayal shattered trust and sent fragments of divine promise cascading across existence like shrapnel from an explosion. She saw Lunas and Alphas throughout history claiming shards and wielding their power, some with wisdom and restraint, others with hunger that consumed them from within.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

“You speak as though your togetherness is some… shield.” Her eyes flashed. “Shall I show you how easily it shatters?” The shards reacted at once — hundreds of jet-black fragments rising like a storm around Selene’s image. They spun outward and multiplied, each one forming an illusion as it cut through the light. Kael chained in the infernal depths, shadow-fire licking at his skin. Aria as a trembling child in Covenant robes, clutching her own arms, abandoned. Kael reaching for her only for her to turn away.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

"So I took my thread to an Alpha who knew how to build a fire." With one swift, violent tug, I rip the velvet shroud away. The Shattered Mirror is revealed. The hall goes dead, terrifyingly silent. For three whole seconds, nobody breathes. The masterpiece with the silver-ink threads, charged with the blood from my own palm, catches the ambient light of the spotlights and projects it outward. But it doesn't project a simple pattern. The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion.

“You stole it, I caught you.” “Ok, that’s enough.” I say sharply, dragging Gia away from that crazy bitch. “I know my sister. She might be on the spectrum, but that doesn’t make her a thief, or a liar. Gia wouldn’t take what doesn’t belong to her.” “Amelia honey, maybe you forgot you told her to take it,” my mum says gently. “Stop it you old hag. I know the truth, dad can’t you see what their plan is? They want to turn you against me, take what’s mine.”

My pulse thrummed, a war drum calling me deeper, pulling me toward Leo. The Crystal Society palace stretched ahead, a cavern of ruin where my grandfather once greeted the powerful and the damned. I stepped inside, boots grinding against shattered glass, and caught my reflection in the broken crystal mirror - a million jagged pieces staring back, each one a shard of me. My face splintered into chaos, eyes hollow, mouth twisted, as dilapidated as the walls around me. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the steady thud beneath my ribs, and wondered how something so whole could feel so fucking fractured.

They burned, as if each one carried the weight of the humiliation I was feeling. I pressed my elbows together, burying my face in them, hoping to block out everything. But it didn’t work. Those awful words crept back into my mind like uninvited guests, taunting me mercilessly: Whore. Slut. Prostitute. Shameless homewrecker. Unwanted bitch. Useless bastard. Pretty c**t. Each word echoed, growing louder and sharper, until it felt like they were carving into my soul. And then, as I shook feverishly, I realized something that sent another jolt through me.

Her guilt was eating her from the inside out, spiraling further down each passing day. The betrayal nipped at her conscience: she had lied to him, deceived him, and was too cowardly to face the consequences. Worst of all? She still loved him. Still, it had been Noah who had made her alive; he had opened to her the gates of a world she didn't know, where love wasn't just something to be feared but to be embraced. Yet she'd ruined it, shattered it, because of her weakness.

Exhaustion settled in, not just from the physical journey but from the emotional toll of confronting my shattered illusions. With a heavy heart, I rose from the mossy rock, leaving the riverbank behind. The echoes of my tears lingered in the air, a haunting melody that resonated with the profound shift in my destiny. As the first light of dawn illuminated the forest, I disappeared into the shadows, carrying the weight of my broken dreams, seeking solace from the storm I had unwittingly unleashed. In the quiet solace of the night, I contemplated my next move. The once vivid dreams of becoming Luna had crumbled, replaced by the harsh reality of deceit and betray