Broken Luna Rise Back

Chapter 4: Broken, Not Bowed

Elsa’s POV

The stranger’s car had long disappeared into the storm, leaving only his words echoing in my head: “If you want revenge, survive. If you want freedom, fight.”

I had repeated them like a mantra as I trudged through the snow, my body aching, my lungs raw from the cold. Each step toward Moonstone Pack felt heavier than the last, but where else could I go? The storm would swallow me if I stayed out here. The world beyond the pack was even crueler. And deep down, some part of me wanted to face Caleb again not because I needed him, but because I needed to prove to myself that he no longer owned me.

By the time I reached the borders of Moonstone, dawn had broken, pale light spilling across the trees. The guards stiffened when they saw me, surprise flickering across their faces. No one had expected me to return, least of all Caleb.

“Bring her in,” one of them muttered, his tone a mixture of pity and unease.

I squared my shoulders and followed, every muscle screaming in protest. My boots were soaked, my hair clung to my face, but I walked with my head held high. If I was going back, I would not crawl.

The pack house loomed before me, warm light glowing through its tall windows. It should have felt like home it had once. Now it was nothing more than a cage filled with memories I wanted to burn.

Inside, whispers followed me down the hallway like gnats. She came back? After what happened?

I ignored them, keeping my gaze fixed straight ahead. My pride was all I had left.

Then the doors to the Alpha’s chamber swung open.

Caleb stood there, tall and proud, his eyes narrowing when they landed on me. For a moment, I thought I saw something flicker in them surprise, maybe even relief. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced with cold steel.

“Elsa,” he said, voice calm but sharp enough to cut. “You dare to return after what you did?”

My throat tightened. Images of last night flashed in my mind the bottle in my hand, the crack as it smashed against his head, the shock on his face when I had finally fought back.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, though my voice wavered more than I wanted.

The room fell silent. Caleb stepped closer, the weight of his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a storm. My wolf, Rema, whimpered inside, but I forced myself to stand tall.

“Not afraid?” His lips curved in something between a smirk and a snarl. “Then you’ll take your punishment without complaint.”

He didn’t give me time to answer. He nodded to two enforcers, who seized me by the arms and dragged me to the center of the chamber. My heart hammered, but I clenched my jaw. I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg.

The first blow landed across my back, white-hot pain exploding through my body. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Another came, and another. Each strike rattled my bones, but I refused to make a sound.

The room was so quiet I could hear every crack of the whip, every ragged breath I drew. The onlookers pack members, guards, Caleb himself watched, waiting for me to scream, to break, to plead for mercy.

But I wouldn’t.

I fixed my gaze on the floor, my nails digging into my palms so hard they broke skin. The pain became a rhythm, a drumbeat that drowned out the humiliation. I would not give them my voice.

I thought of the stranger’s words again. Survive. Fight.

So I did.

At some point, the blows blurred together, the edges of my vision going dark. My legs trembled, refusing to hold me. I swayed, but I didn’t cry out. Not once.

When at last I collapsed, consciousness slipping through my fingers, I caught a glimpse of Caleb through the haze. He stood still, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

But his eyes…

For the first time, they weren’t even on me as a person. No anger, no pity…just emptiness. He looked at me the way someone might look at a broken object, deciding whether to throw it away or leave it lying there.

Then the darkness claimed me.

I woke hours later in a dim room, my body aching with every breath. My back burned as though fire had been etched into my skin, and my limbs felt too heavy to move.

A faint knock came at the door, but no one entered. I was left alone with my pain, my thoughts, and the memory of Caleb’s face as I fell.

He had always called me weak. A fragile girl blinded by love. Perhaps that was true once. But not anymore.

Later, I heard voices outside the door.

“She didn’t cry out once,” one of the enforcers murmured. “Not a sound.”

“That girl’s tougher than she looks.”

Caleb’s voice followed, low and sharp. “She thinks she’s stronger than me. She’ll learn she’s not.”

Yet beneath the hardness, I swore I caught a thread of something else something he was trying to bury.

When the door finally opened, Caleb entered alone. He closed it behind him, the silence between us thick enough to choke on.

“You should have screamed,” he said at last, his gaze fixed on me.

I forced myself to meet his eyes, though it took everything I had left. “I don’t scream for men like you.”

His jaw tightened. For a moment, I thought he might strike me again. But instead, he stepped closer, his shadow falling over me.

“You’re not the girl I thought you were,” he said quietly.

A bitter laugh escaped my cracked lips. “No, I’m not the girl you threw away.”

His eyes darkened, and for the first time, he had no quick retort.

As he left, I sank back against the thin mattress, every nerve in my body on fire. But deep inside, beneath the pain, there was a spark.

I had faced him. I had endured. And even Caleb had seen it.

Maybe I was still trapped here, still broken in ways I didn’t want to admit. But I was no longer the weak, desperate girl who had cried over his rejection.

I was something else now.

And I would fight.