All Chapters of The Broken Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Axton I lay in bed, struggling to open my eyes. My body felt heavy as if it were being pressed down by an invisible force. I tried to move my limbs, but they felt like they were made of lead. Panic began to set in as I realized that I was experiencing sleep paralysis. The room was dark and silent, the only sounds coming from my labored breathing. I felt trapped as if I were stuck in a nightmare that I couldn't escape from. I tried to scream for help, but my voice came out as a barely audible whisper. The minutes felt like hours as I lay there, trapped in my mind. Eventually, I managed to force my eyes open, and the feeling began to dissipate. I sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, my heart still pounding in my chest. As I slowly came to, confusion and disorientation washed over me. A wave Beside me, in the bed, lay a naked woman. Her ringlets splayed out around her, her body exposed. I sat up quickly and looked down at myself, realizing with horror that I too was completely nake

Sloane I couldn't sleep all night. I was so restless, pacing around the room. Everything Dakota said to me rang in my ears. I knew she was lying about the assassination attempt because there was no way in hell that someone was going to kill me. They all worked for me. But there was something about her tone, something desperate, as if she was planning to save me. My heart began racing as I wondered who I'd offended. I was the second most powerful person in the pack after her, and the only one who was capable of killing me was her. Once the staff of authority gets to her hand we would all be finished. I rushed to the dresser where it was safely tucked and gripped it. My fingers wrapped around its smooth surface, and the cool touch sent a slight shiver up my arm. I stared at the staff. Tall and resplendent, it radiated with aura and adorned with intricate patterns and engravings that danced along its length. At the top of the staff, an eye shimmered with brilliance. It had the same c

Axton Three days of being with Erika felt like three years. I knew for sure that something was wrong with me. I couldn't think on my own, couldn't do anything on my own free will, even going to the bathroom. Sex with was a chore. Painful, wrong, left me weak and filled my heart with a crushing loneliness. I didn't want this anymore, but I had zero control over myself. I no longer desired this, but I felt utterly powerless, as if my mind was muffled by a dense fog. Erika took the lead, isolating me from others and engaging in constant arguments with my mother. "Your mum doesn't like me, darling," she said with a sugary tone. "I don't get why she's always snarky towards me. Perhaps you should send her out of the pack house." Anxiety gripped my stomach as Erika settled herself onto my lap, her words stirring confusion within me. I scratched my head, desperately trying to make sense of her request. "Why?" I asked, my anxiety escalating as she kissed my neck. "Give it time, and you'

Dakota My body trembled in raw shock at the sight that pierced my heart like a dagger. "Axton!" I yelled, my voice choking. "What is this?!" Erika's eyes were wide with shock and she quickly pulled the sheets up to cover herself, but it was too late. The damage was already done. Axton, who was giving Erika a massage, froze in place, as though he had been struck by a sudden paralysis, his eyes wide with shock and his hands hovering above. I had a primal urge to destroy something. Axton and Erika had bruised my heart beyond repair. Axton scratched his head, startled, "Oh, uh... I... It's not what it looks like…" I didn't understand what was going on. Erika was supposed to be my trusted friend, but she was naked in bed with my mate. I couldn't believe what was happening and at this point, I felt like stabbing them with a knife. The sight before me was crystal clear. Axton and Erika were naked. The room smelled of raw, butt-naked sex. "Can someone care to explain to me what

Sloane My fingers ached as I tried to pull at the rusted chains that bound me to the wall. A cold draft passed through the dungeon, making the torches flicker and dance. My limbs shook with fright as I wondered if this was the end. That bastard, Erika, was truly going to kill me. I couldn't understand how someone so innocent-looking could be a monster capable of such wickedness. As I looked around, the grimness of the dungeon sent my soul shivering. It could have contained anything; dead bodies, or something even more sinister. The cave grew moist with bat droppings, and the sound of rats skittering across the floor sent shivers down my spine. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything in hours. I tried to stand up, but the chains were too tight, digging into my wrists and ankles. The walls were slick with moisture, making it difficult to get a firm grip on anything. I could feel the dampness seeping into my clothes, making them cling uncomfortably to my skin.