The Broken Luna, Now His Regret novel Chapter 7

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7 Chapter 7 Life Without the Luna

7 Chapter 7 Life Without the Luna

The bus rattled over the final stretch of road into Ashbourne, and Mira watched the familiar landscape blur past her window. Six months in the Outlands had changed her–her skin was sun–darkened, her frame leaner, and something in her eyes had hardened into quiet steel.

Her phone buzzed. Another message from Kieran. She swiped it away without reading and opened her calendar instead. December 25th. Elder Caspian Ravencrest’s birthday celebration tomorrow. She deleted the reminder with one decisive tap.

Then she paused. Tomorrow was also her father’s birthday.

When had she stopped celebrating it? When had the Ravencrest obligations consumed everything, even the people who’d loved her first?

Mira pulled out her phone and texted her mother: Coming home tonight. Stay up for me?

The response came immediately: Your room’s ready. We’ll wait up.

The Whitmore family home glowed with warm light as the taxi pulled up. Mira barely had her bag off her shoulder before the door flew open.

“Mira!” Her mother rushed down the steps, pulling her into a fierce embrace. Estelle’s hair had more silver threaded through it, but her arms were just as strong. “Let me look at you. You’re so thin–they didn’t feed you out there?”

“I’m fine, Mom.” Mira’s voice cracked despite herself.

Her father appeared in the doorway, and the sight of Garrett Whitmore- solid, steady, his eyes crinkling with emotion–broke something loose in Mira’s chest. She crossed the distance and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand gentle on her hair.

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Inside, the house smelled like cinnamon and pine. Her brother Ronan sat at the kitchen table with his wife Violet, and their daughter Freya squealed with delight at seeing her aunt.

“Auntie Mira! You’re here!” The five–year–old launched herself forward.

Mira caught her niece and held on tight, breathing in the simple sweetness of her strawberry shampoo. “I missed you, little bean.”

Violet smiled warmly from the table. “We saved you some ham. Your favorite.”

They’d prepared her favorite meal. They’d waited up. They’d kept her room ready.

Mira sank into a chair as her mother set a plate before her–honey–glazed ham, roasted vegetables, fresh bread still warm from the oven. Real food. Real family.

“So,” Ronan said, his tone careful. “The Outlands?”

“Hard work. Rewarding work.” Mira took a bite, and the familiar flavors nearly undid her. “I’ve been coordinating medical care for three villages. The need

there is… enormous.”

“And you’re coming back for Christmas?” Estelle asked hopefully.

“If you’ll have me.”

“If we’ll-” Garrett’s voice broke. He cleared his throat. “Mira, this is your home. Always.”

Ronan leaned forward, his expression stern but his eyes soft. “Mira, listen to me. Don’t waste your love on people who don’t appreciate it. You hear me? Some people will take and take until there’s nothing left of you.”

Mira met her brother’s gaze. He knew. They all knew, even if she’d never said the words aloud.

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“I’m done wasting it,” she said quietly.

Violet reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “Good.”

They talked late into the night–about Freya’s school play, about Ronan’s promotion, about their mother’s new book club. Normal things. Beautiful, ordinary things that had nothing to do with pack politics or breeding schedules or proving her worth.

When Mira finally climbed the stairs to her childhood bedroom, she found it exactly as she’d left it. Her mother had put fresh sheets on the bed and

placed wildflowers in a vase on the nightstand.

Mira sat on the edge of the mattress and let herself cry–not from sadness, but from the overwhelming relief of being somewhere she belonged. Somewhere she didn’t have to earn her place at the table.

Her phone buzzed again. Kieran. She turned it face–down without looking.

Tomorrow was Christmas. Tomorrow was her father’s birthday. Tomorrow, she would celebrate with people who actually wanted her there.

The Ravencrests could manage without her. They’d been managing just fine.

She stood and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out at the quiet street. Six months ago, she would have been anxious, guilty, checking her phone obsessively. Six months ago, she would have called Kieran back, apologized for the inconvenience of existing.

But that Mira was gone.

The woman she’d become in the Outlands–the one who’d delivered babies in

primitive conditions, who’d saved lives with limited resources, who’d earned the respect of communities that had nothing to give but their gratitude–that woman knew her worth.

She’d healed more than just bodies in those villages. She’d healed herself.

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Mira pulled the curtain closed and changed into her old pajamas, the soft cotton familiar against her skin. As she climbed into bed, she allowed herself

to think about Brielle for the first time in weeks.

Her daughter would be almost five now. Starting kindergarten. Learning to read. Growing up in a world where Astrid played mother and Mira was just a ghost who’d abandoned her.

The thought still hurt. It would always hurt.

But Mira had made her choice. She’d let Brielle go so she could come back stronger. So she could be the mother Brielle deserved, not the broken shell of a woman who’d lost herself in a loveless marriage.

Tomorrow, she would celebrate her father. Tomorrow, she would remember what love actually looked like.

And someday–when she was ready, when Brielle was old enough to understand–she would fight for her daughter again.

But tonight, she would simply sleep in her childhood bed, surrounded by people who loved her unconditionally, and let herself be at peace.

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