All Chapters of The Broken Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dakota After the hot, make-out session, Axton and I got ready for the after-party downstairs. I chose a grey pleated dress with a plunging neckline while Axton wore a crisp white shirt that had two buttons undone and matched it with black pants. Axton whistled, his hand grabbing my butt and pulling me closer to him and giving my lower lip a hungry nibble. “Damn Dakota, let's play carpenter so I can nail you." I pulled away from him, letting a laugh come full and free. "Not interested, thanks. We can't be having sex like horny rabbits." Sloping his head to the left, he winked at me and trailed his finger up the inside of my thigh. "I don't mind. I don't care about the damn party. Parties get me bored and weary, so much that my eyes burn." "In that case," I gave him a fleeting smile, adjusting the collar of his shirt that fit him perfectly. "You'll have to beat your meat because I'm heading downstairs." Axton's mouth formed a pout and hand in hand, we made our way down the st

Dakota Dear Diary, Dad hit me again. He treats me as if I'm not even his son, let alone the one he gave birth to. It's tiring, and I don't know how long I can cope with this. I'm so forgotten in this house. I need to get out and escape this nagging and belittling from Dad. I love staying at Reggie's house. It's my escape. His dad and mom accept me for who I am, and they don't judge me. I wish I could live in his house, but Dad wouldn't let me. I can't wait to become an adult so that I can leave Dad's oppressive house. Axton keeps getting all the accolades, and Dad loves him more than anything in the world. I don't want to hate Axton, but right now, I think I have no choice. I try to be like him, talk like him, walk like him, and do his hobbies, but that's never going to be enough. I can never be him. I wish some magic could make me grow up into an adult overnight, so I would leave and never return. Xavier. Reading Xavier's diary, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart pie

Axton All around were the dead and dying, blood-spattered, gore-caked corpses. The constant sound of battle, artillery fire, and several terrifying sounds filled the air, almost making me lose my hearing. The moon rested atop the dunes, its light stretching for miles, illuminating the faces of the axe-crazy enemies who fought us at the border with so much hate and revenge. Dressed in all black, they moved with the grace of hungry predators, carrying deadly weapons, with eyes glowing red, reflecting the fire within their souls. Some of them even camouflaged so well with my pack's warriors that it was hard to tell them apart. My breath sounded loud in my ears, so much so that it caused pain in my jaw from clenching and grinding my teeth. We all had a single-minded purpose. To destroy, kill, humiliate. An eye for an eye. My heart raced when I sighted allies from the Silver Syndicates armed to the teeth. The North Fangs didn't take chances this time. They outnumbered us. "Axton,

Dakota A loud, bragging voice brought me to my feet. I rushed downstairs to check the source of the commotion. "With great power comes great responsibility, so everyone better start taking orders from me. Because let's be real, I am Alpha now," Xavier laughed loudly, his face and neck flushing with pleasure. My body tensed with anger and my heartbeat raced, watching his foolishness. "I make the rules, and everyone must obey!" My mouth gaped open in shock. Was Xavier so insensitive and a cold-hearted bastard? Deep down, I wished Axton's misfortune would befall him. When Xavier spotted me, he sneered, followed by a bark of ugly laughter. His eyes clung to me, analysing my reaction. "You seem happy now that Axton is unconscious." I said with a carefully controlled tone and my smile went stiff in an effort not to lose it. "Please," he chuckled unpleasantly. "You're making it sound like I'm the devil. I don't wish him death, but he might be unconscious for a long time while I rul

Dakota That night, a massive blackout swept across the land. It began with the sky darkening and the sun dipping below the horizon. Because I hadn't lived in the desert before, I didn't take it seriously until Cara began complaining and Axton assured her that it didn't look serious. The force of the wind was so strong and the landscape became obscured with sandy haze. Electricity went out and the temperature dropped. The lethal sandstorms filled the air, making it nearly impossible to see or hear anything. Everyone was terrified, huddled together in the dark. Axton wanted to go out and investigate, but his mother stopped him with fear, stark and vivid, glittering in her eyes. "You're still recovering and it's too dangerous out there," she stammered, bewildered. "A sandstorm killed my parents and I won't let you go out. I'm sure it will subside before daybreak." "But mum, I need to be sure that everyone is safe." His mum pleaded with him, but knowing how stubborn Axton was, sh