Broken Luna Returns for RevengeChapter 1
My world crumbled the moment Nyra collapsed. One second, my daughter was racing across the moonlit shore behind our cliffside den, laughing as the waves chased her. The next, her small body crumpled as if the moon itself had snuffed out her strength.
“No!”
My voice tore from my chest as I bolted toward her—but someone beat me to it.
With the unnatural speed only an Alpha could wield, Brexon blurred across the clearing. One heartbeat he was standing by the fire pit, discussing warding boundaries with the sentries; the next, he was on his knees beside our daughter, lifting her effortlessly in his powerful arms.
“Little moon, can you hear me?”
His voice was rough, panicked—nothing like the cold, untouchable Alpha the kingdoms whispered about.
Nyra’s small fingers curled weakly into his shirt. “Daddy…”
Her voice strained, breath shallow, each inhale a battle.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,” he murmured, jaw flexing hard as he held her closer. Then he barked toward me, “Call the healer. Now.”
I jolted from my frozen panic, fumbled for my crystal-comm communicator, and contacted Healer Romano.
“Nyra…Nyra just collapsed,” I choked out. “She can’t breathe.”
“Bring her to the Lunar Clinic. Do not waste a second.”
She had been laughing minutes ago. Spinning. Glowing with life. This cannot be real.
“But it doesn’t make sense. She was okay,” I whispered, fighting the rising terror. “Brexon, I swear she just—”
“Enough,” he snapped, carrying Nyra toward the waiting shadow carriage. His sentinels moved at once, opening the door as he slid in with our daughter held tightly against him.
I climbed in beside them, my trembling hand brushing Nyra’s pale cheek.
“Hang in there, Sweetheart. Mommy’s got you.”
Brexon didn’t say a word. His entire body was coiled tight as he held her close. His heartbeat was steady—controlled—yet I knew him too well. Beneath that ruthless calm, he was barely holding himself together.
The ride to the Lunar Clinic was suffocating. Every second stretched into a lifetime. By the time we arrived, the healers were already waiting. Brexon strode inside with the authority of an Alpha born to command, shouting orders the moment his feet crossed the threshold.
Healer Harlan intercepted us in the corridor, expression grim as he motioned for the healer's assistants to take Nyra.