All Chapters of The Broken Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dakota Carefully measuring out the precise amount of herbs needed for Cara's tea, I used a small scale and then proceeded to wash the herbs. The herb I was using, dream leaf, had calming properties and was known as a natural remedy for depression. I brewed the tea, hoping it would bring some solace to Cara's troubled spirit. Alone in the kitchen, I found myself humming a familiar tune that my mother used to sing to me. Memories of happier times flooded my mind, and a wistful smile played on my lips. Oh, the carefree days of childhood, when problems seemed nonexistent. It's ironic how I longed to grow up back then. If only I could turn back time and remain a child forever. I let out a sigh and set a pot of water on the stove, waiting for it to reach the desired temperature. Once the water was hot enough, I began steeping the herb, but the pungent smell that filled the air made my face contort in disgust. It had an overpowering odor, like expired cheese. I needed to nurture Ca

Axton My sword-handling ceremony had finally arrived. The pack elders and leaders, dressed in our traditional pack attire and carrying gleaming swords, had begun the solemn procession. Dakota's smile broadened in approval as she detangled my hair with a wide-toothed comb and ran a stylish product through my hair, styling it to her taste. "You know, the ceremony isn't a fashion contest, right?" I said, the beginning of a smile tipping the corners of my mouth. Her startling blue eyes shimmered with amusement. "You need to look your best." The rest of the pack members, dressed elegantly, gathered in the foyer, eagerly awaiting the celebration. Dakota and my mum's maids had meticulously arranged everything, from the tablecloths to the delicious food and drinks. She excelled and enjoyed managing the affairs of the home without any assistance and I considered myself lucky to have her by my side, knowing that she could balance her responsibilities as my mate. She smiled, her beau

Dakota Beads of sweat trickled down Axton's forehead. He sat up, looking anxious. My eyes widened in realization. Axton got me drunk on purpose to sleep with me and get me pregnant, and this infuriated me so much. "How dare you, Axton!" I yelled, glaring at him. He didn't even need to tell me what he did because he already looked guilty. "What the hell is wrong with you? You did this on purpose!" "What? What are you talking about?" he stammered, scratching his head and getting to his feet slowly. "Axton, you are a terrible liar. Whenever you lie, it is very glaring. You are lying to me, and it's going to infuriate me even further. Why? Why are you doing this? Do you think deceiving me is cool? I told you I was not ready to get pregnant, and this is the time of the month when I am fertile. Do you think I'm going to let you go scot-free if this ends up in pregnancy? Do you think I'm going to be happy with you?" "Dakota, please, I just want us to have a future…" "Really, by being i

Dakota Today was the D-Day. The evening descended upon the pack house, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Everyone, including the maids and servants, was dressed in black. Today was Xavier's execution. Axton stood frozen in the middle of the bedroom while I tied my hair in a messy bun. "Will Imani be coming?" I asked him. "I don't know," he replied in a monotone. "Oh, she better not come. I can't imagine watching my maids being beheaded." Axton didn't say anything. "You need to get dressed. We're getting late," I urged him. He nodded, his hands trembling. "Just give me a minute. I'll be downstairs with you." I sighed, my eyes glistening with unshared tears as I silently wished for him to have a change of heart, to spare his brother from the fate that awaited him. His hands trembled again, and my gaze bore into him. "Axton, you know you have the power to stop this. You can change Xavier's fate. You're just being resolute," I pleaded. Axton's brow furrowed, and he wiped be

Axton The pack house buzzed with a continuous stream of visitors, coming and going like a revolving door. Hushed whispers and curious glances filled the air, as people eagerly sought the latest gossip surrounding my decision not to execute Xavier. Some arrived with genuine concern etched on their faces, genuinely wanting to understand the unfolding situation. As Alpha, I couldn't turn anyone away, so I attended to them. My mother looked healthier and radiated a subtle glow, her eyes reflecting relief and happiness. Elder Timothy, still in shock, expressed his disbelief, "I never expected you to let him go." He added, "But they say blood is thicker than water. Since you have spared his life, he must be punished. And you have to be extra careful because people don't change overnight." I acknowledged his advice with a grateful nod. Just then, the door swung open, and Imani entered the room, her countenance heavy, holding the hand of my niece, Lila. The spirited five-year-old rushed f