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5: Floating Rumors (1)

Author: Ena Starr
last update publish date: 2026-04-12 22:12:42

Krista

The bed felt cold last night, and not just because I slept alone. I’ve spent more than a few nights without Jacob beside me, whether because of a late meeting or a patrol run, but somehow last night the loneliness seeped deeper. My thoughts kept returning to his face as he’d cradled Laurel, the way his eyes had softened with something I’d never quite felt directed toward me. The memory left an ache that refused to settle, circling in my stomach like a storm long after I managed to drift
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  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   48: It’s all Over (1)

    Jacob*“You broke your mate bond recklessly because you said it was me you truly loved. Then the second your precious ex-mate comes back looking tragic, suddenly you’re chasing after her again while keeping me dangling behind you like some spare option.” Laurel said, voice dripping scorn. “You posture like you’re noble, but really, you’re just selfish. You want both of us because your ego can’t stand losing either one.”“It’s heartening to see that you think so poorly of me, even after knowing me for so long.”She stepped closer again, glaring up at me with open contempt. “You’re a whore of a man, Jacob.”My wolf lunged violently inside me at the insult and my eyes glinted with fury at her words.Laurel either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “And Goddess,” she laughed bitterly, “I was such a fool for wasting my time on you. Krista was right to leave your sorry ass. I only wish I had been smart enough to do the same sooner.”The words struck something ugly inside me, not because they hu

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   47: Wreck of a Talk (3)

    Jacob*“That is not what I said.”“It’s exactly what you said!” Her voice rang through the room.I could feel my wolf growing restless beneath my skin now, irritated by the escalating tension. “Laurel,” I said firmly, “Elder Lenore has served this pack faithfully for decades. She would not fabricate something like this.”Laurel scoffed loudly. “Of course she would if it meant restoring Krista.”“She gains nothing from lying.”“Oh please. Have a care for my intelligence.” She began pacing again, faster now. “She adored Krista, just like everyone else in this fucking pack,” Laurel snapped. “Most of the Elders did. Krista was their precious Luna. Their perfect little symbol of unity and loyalty and sacrifice.”“And now Krista is back,” she continued bitterly, “and suddenly the Goddess still considers her your mate? Suddenly she must spend time with you? Sleep beside you? Be close to you? She’s being pushed right back into my place while everyone pretends this is about the wish of the Go

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   47: Wreck of a Talk (2)

    Jacob*Then, more to herself than to me, she muttered, “So this means Krista is still your Luna, isn’t she?”The question settled heavily between us. I nodded once and Laurel laughed again. This time, there was something brittle in it that immediately put me on edge. She began pacing again, rubbing both hands over her face before letting them fall to her sides. Annoyance blazed openly in her eyes now, hot and restless.“Surely,” she said tightly, “Elder Lenore gave some sort of solution to this. There has to be a way to fix it.”“There is,” I replied carefully. “Or at least, we hope there is. We’re going to try to draw Krista’s wolf out.”Even as I said the words aloud, they sounded absurdly complicated and ridiculous. If someone else had been telling me this story weeks ago, I might have thought the Goddess herself was playing some cruel joke.Laurel folded her arms across her chest tightly.“It won’t be easy,” I continued. “But we have to try.”“With all due respect,” Laurel said s

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   47: Wreck of a Talk (1)

    Jacob*I shaved in silence, dragging the short blade carefully along the sharp plane of my jaw while steam curled lazily through the bathroom. The room smelled faintly of soap, steel and cedarwood oil, scents so familiar to me that I barely noticed them. My focus remained on the mirror in front of me, on the precise movement of my hand, even when I heard the door to my chambers open without ceremony.There was no knock and no greeting of ‘Alpha’ – there was only one person who would dare to enter my rooms this way: Laurel. I did not turn toward the sound. A second later, I caught sight of her from the corner of my eye. She stood leaning against the bathroom doorway with her arms folded tightly across her chest, watching me with an expression that was difficult to read from this angle.“Was the meeting with Elder Lenore successful?” she asked.I grunted in assent, drawing the blade down the curve of my cheek.The answer clearly was not enough for her, but Laurel did not immediately pr

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   46: Pack and Prey (3)

    Jacob*Despite myself, I smiled again. The memory of our kiss still lingered between us like heat under skin, and Elder Lenore’s instructions loomed heavily over everything. But as Krista walked beside me with amusement softening her expression and sunlight catching against the strands of her hair, it became painfully easy to understand why my wolf refused to let her go. A smile tugged at my mouth despite myself as I glanced sideways at her.“What makes you think I was ever caught,” I asked lazily, “just because I happened to be part of the prey?” The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees around us, painting shifting gold across the path as we walked back toward the manor grounds. The breeze carried the scent of pine and earth. “It’s truly a pity we weren’t childhood playmates,” I continued. “You would’ve known then that I always led the prey to victory.”Krista rolled her eyes with immediate disbelief, though there was laughter in it. “Always?” she repeated dryly. “If you’re

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   46: Pack and Prey (2)

    Jacob*The sunlight filtering through the trees caught against the strands of hair escaping her ponytail, and for one dangerous moment, all I could think about was pinning her under me again and kissing her until that same breathless warmth filled her eyes. I dragged my thoughts away with effort. Krista caught me looking at her, and her smile faded almost immediately as awareness flashed between us. Color rose faintly into her cheeks again before she glanced away.Luke, thankfully oblivious to the strange tension between us, tugged lightly at my sleeve. “Alpha?”I looked back down at him.“If taking the stream is bad,” he asked seriously, “what would you do?”An idea came to me then. I crouched until I was eye level with Luke, then crooked two fingers at the other children. “Come here.”That alone was enough to silence them almost instantly. Pups always loved feeling as though they were being entrusted with something important, and judging by the way they crowded around me with wide

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   8: Hard Decisions (1)

    KristaAs I lay in the stiff infirmary bed, I watched the slivers of moonlight creep in through the window and tried to pass the time until I was sure the pack was asleep. It felt as though every minute stretched into hours as I waited, tense and restless, listening for the quiet I needed to make m

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   7: Alpha Says (2)

    KristaI forced myself to listen, trying to hide the bitterness bubbling inside me. Laurel’s warnings were probably well-intentioned, but it felt like she was undercutting me, feeding the pack’s fears without a thought for who needed to hear it or didn’t. I bit down on the urge to sigh. Laurel’s fe

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   7: Alpha Says (1)

    KristaAfter our conversation that day in the study, Jacob’s absence – both physically and emotionally – felt more obvious than ever. He’d been pulling away from me for days, but this was different. There was a finality in his silence, a sense that he’d already made up his mind, and every part of m

  • Second Chance For The Broken Luna   6: Hard Questions (2)

    KristaI watched as he closed his eyes, rubbing his temples as if he were trying to stave off an oncoming headache. When he opened them, his gaze was soft, but there was a distance in it that only sharpened the pain in my chest.“Krista, she’s been through things you can’t imagine,” he said quietly

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