Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478

ZADE

I was having coffee in my office, reviewing some relatively mundane pack administrative work, when I felt the portal activate. The dimensional gateway we’d established between territories had a distinctive energy signature whenever someone passed through-like a

small ripple in reality that my supernatural senses could detect.

Two signatures this time. Xenois and Lumina, returning from their overnight stay at the cabin.

I checked my watch. Nearly ten in the morning. Good. They’d actually managed to sleep in for once instead of rushing back at dawn

to handle pack business.

Progress.

I gave them about twenty minutes to settle back into their own territory before making my way through the portal to Xenois’s side. I

wanted to see them relaxed and refreshed, wanted confirmation that forcing them to take a break had been the right call.

What I found when I walked into Xenois’s kitchen was exactly what I’d hoped for.

Xenois and Lumina were sitting at the breakfast table, both looking significantly more rested than they had in weeks. Xenois had his arm around Lumina’s shoulders, she was leaning into him, and they were talking quietly with the kind of intimate ease that came from actually spending uninterrupted time together.

They looked happy. Genuinely, completely happy.

“Good morning,” I announced, helping myself to their coffee. “Nice to see you both looking human again instead of like exhausted

zombie alphas.”

“It’s almost noon,” Xenois pointed out. “That’s not morning.”

“It’s morning somewhere,” I said cheerfully. “How was the cabin?”

“Perfect,” Lumina said, her smile radiant. “Exactly what we needed. Thank you for letting us use it.”

“Anytime,” I assured her. “That’s what it’s there for. Lyn and I use it regularly to maintain our sanity.”

“I should get us a cabin,” Xenois said. “Somewhere in our own territory.”

‘You absolutely should,” I agreed. “Every alpha needs a retreat space. Otherwise you burn out from constant accessibility.”

I was pouring my second cup of coffee when Thorne appeared in the doorway. He looked exhausted, stressed, and like he was bracing

himself for an unpleasant conversation.

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Oh, this was going to be good.

‘Xenois,” Thorne said carefully. “We need to talk about last night.”

Xenois’s expression immediately shifted from relaxed to alpha mode. “What happened last night?”

“There was an incident, Thorne said, then seemed to reconsider his word choice. ‘Actually, there was an attack. On the pack house.

While you were away.”

I watched Xenois’s face go through several rapid transitions-confusion, alarm, anger, guilt for not being present.

“Everyone’s fine,” Thorne added quickly. “No pack members were injured. The situation was handled. But we had infiltrators attempt

to free Lazarus from the basement.”

“They what?” Xenois was on his feet now, coffee forgotten. “Someone attacked our pack house and tried to free our prisoner?”

“Yes,” Thorne confirmed. “They sabotaged our electrical system and backup generators to cut UV lighting to Lazarus’s cell. Three

infiltrators with inside knowledge of our security systems.”

“And you didn’t contact me?” Xenois demanded.

“Your phone was off,” Thorne said. “As instructed. And by the time we could have reached you through other means, the threat was

already contained.”

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