All Chapters of Queen Of Two Packs: Broken Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

​Few hours later...the heavy oak doors of the bedroom had barely clicked shut behind a freshly showered Riven when a rapid, excited knock sounded at the front of the mountain house. "Open up! If you two are still tangled in those sheets, I swear to the Goddess I'm going to start throwing rocks at the window!" Elara couldn't help the massive grin that spread across her face. "Willow," she breathed, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. "Ah, the welcoming committee," Riven drawled, leaning his shoulder against the frame, not even moving to open the door even though Willow stood in the hallway. ​"Elara! Open up, we have the dress!" Willow’s voice called out from the hallway holding a massive garment bag in her arms. ​ ​Before Elara could even take a step towards the door, Riven already had a pair of dark trousers pulled on but his boots were missing and his chest was gloriously bare. He swung the

Elara’s eyes immediately whipped to her little sister, Willow who was already looking stupid... frozen to the ground. She definitely had not expected it to happen today of all days.The Moon Goddess was opening the mate bonds tonight.​The deafening howls of the pack reached a fever pitch. As the intense red light settled over the clearing, a strange, heavy shift rippled through the crowd. It wasn't just power radiating from the altar anymore—it was a thick, sweet current of pure lunar magic settling over everyone present. The air grew dense, charged with an energy that made the hairs on everyone's arms stand up.​A sharp gasp fractured the noise near the western edge of the clearing.​A young warrior named Jaxon stumbled backward, his eyes blown wide as he stared blankly ahead. A second later, a female scout from the inner guard dropped the torch she was holding. She spun around, her eyes locking onto him. Without a word, the warrior surged forward, c

​Elara woke up to a freezing, crisp breeze brushing directly against her cheek.​Beside her, Riven was sound asleep, his heavy arm draped possessively over her waist. But when she opened her eyes, the wooden walls of their bedroom were completely gone, replaced by a thick, swirling silver mist. Hovering right at the foot of their bed was the moon itself, glowing with a blinding white light.​She tried to sit up, but her body was locked completely in place.​Then, as always, the voice from the moon vibrated straight inside her head, echoing with absolute power."Fireheart...You are marked, Luna of Bloodclaw. You have survived the dark, and your path has shifted. Step forward into the next turning of the tide...into the weight of your joy, the sharpening of your strength, and the trials that await your crown.""What do you mean?" Elara asked, scared and confused."The hardest part is yet to come, Fireheart...find strength within yourself and your family."​The glowing light flared one l

​When Elara blinked her eyes open, the spinning parlor was gone, replaced by the familiar dark wood ceiling of their bedroom at the mountain house.​Sitting right at the edge of the mattress was Riven. He wasn't asleep. He was sitting completely rigid, his golden eyes staring down at her with an intensity so fierce it felt like a physical weight. He looked like he hadn't blinked in hours.​The second she shifted, Elara braced her elbows against the sheets to sit up. "Riven..."​"Don't move," Riven ordered instantly, his hands immediately coming down on her shoulders to gently but firmly push her back into the pillows. "Lay back down, princess. Don't even think about standing up, tell me what you want and I'll get it for you"​Elara rolled her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh against the mattress. The borderline crazy, overprotective Alpha streak was clearly still in full swing. He was treating her like she was made of fucking glass, but given how she had literally passed out in his arms

​The air in Lucan's study smelled like so much burnt sage and insence, it was almost hard to breathe.​Lucan paced the floor, staring down at the map on the table. The reports from the outer borders of their pack were getting worse every day.​"Two more patrols deserted before dawn," Lucan snapped, slamming his fist onto the wood. "If this keeps up, we won't even have enough wolves to guard the front gates."​Morgana sat by the hearth, idly stirring a silver bowl of dark liquid. She didn't look up. "They didn't desert, Lucan. They doubted and then ran for their lives. There’s a difference."​"Don't piss me off by reminding me, Morgana. The pack is already completely divided," Lucan said, his voice tight. "If you weren't using your magic to hold their minds together and force their loyalty to me, they would have turned on us weeks ago."​Morgana finally looked up, her expression dry and thoroughly annoyed. "And it’s exhausting, Alpha... Do you think mind-controlling hundreds of rebelli