All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Astrid’s POVIn order to cater to the remaining survivors of the Emberwood Pack that needed our help, I woke up at dawn and helped in the kitchen to cook for everyone’s breakfast. I don’t know enough of things around the kitchen; I only know enough not to let myself die of hunger. Although I am good at combat, handling Pack military and Pack affairs, and even knowledgeable in medicine, there are still a lot of things that I don’t know of. Even though I am a woman, I don’t know what women would usually be good at doing. I could break a bone when I dance, I could injure myself with a needle if I sew, and I could make people turn deaf when I sing. I’m certainly not a wife and a Luna material because of these things. The moon goddess really made a mistake in choosing me as Killian’s mate and Luna. It was no wonder why our relationship only ended in a disaster. As volunteers, we prepared today’s breakfast, but we still had to serve the food and also eat last. As I ladled the w

Killian’s POVAs I was about to answer Giselle, I abruptly fell into silence when a sudden movement in the shadows caught my eye. Before I could react, a blur of motion exploded out of nowhere, a wild, feral snarl ripping through the air. Giselle barely had the time to gasp before she was tackled to the ground. A fierce, snarling figure pinned her down. “Astrid?!” I exclaimed, stunned by the unexpected turn of events. I couldn’t believe that the wild, feral figure that appeared out of nowhere and tackled Giselle to the ground was actually Astrid. I even had no idea where her strength came from. The first time that I met Astrid again here at Emberwood Pack, the first thing I noticed was the great change in her health. Astrid had seemed so weak, so broken, a mere shadow of the vibrant and confident Astrid that I had once known. Astrid is a pure-blooded omega. Her wolf has always been weak, even before, and now she has become significantly weaker. I doubt that Astrid would be abl

Astrid’s POVI pressed my body on Killian as I leaned forward in pain. My lips twisted as the searing pain on my back tore through my whole body, my muscles tightening and my veins freezing. “A-Astrid,” Killian choked out, his eyes widening with horror when he saw the pain etched across my face. “W-What?” I choked out, panic flooding my senses as I started to realize what had just happened. I took in a deep breath when something sharp was yanked from my back. My body went rigid, and I squeezed Killian’s arms, my nails digging into his skin as the agony ripped through me. At that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl. I could feel the blood pulsing in my ears, the air catching in my throat. Slowly, I looked down when I felt the wetness of blood begin to soak through my clothes. “No, no, no,” I heard Killian breathe, his voice thick with anguish after he followed my gaze. His words sounded distant, muffled as if I was underwater. I watched as his expression morphed into one

Alpha Theron’s POVThe air in the hallway felt thick and suffocating as I paced anxiously outside the emergency room doors. Astrid is in there, fighting for her life after the horrific accident. I had rushed her here as quickly as I could. We were able to give her first aid treatment along the way and stop her bleeding, but serious damage had already been done. She had already lost so much blood when we arrived at the scene. The first aid treatment that we gave her could only do so much. With each passing minute, my heart raced faster. Astrid and I had only just met; we hadn’t even gotten close to each other yet. I can’t bear to lose her again, especially at death this time. I still haven’t had the chance to be her father. The small interactions that we had were still not enough. I haven’t even crossed the wall she built around her heart yet. I can’t lose her just like this. I spun around when the emergency doors swung open, and Astrid’s Doctor emerged, his expression dimmed. As

Asha’s POVThough my face remained impassive, inside, I simmered in anger. I couldn’t believe that my father would still insist on giving his blood even though Andros and I were willing to go under the needle for him. My father has grown weak with age. He is not the same strong and powerful man that he was before. The stress of handling a huge Pack has taken its toll on his body. I’m angry at my father, who still insists on doing this, knowing how this could affect his health. As an Alpha, he has to keep all his strength to himself. With all the tasks he is in charge of, he desperately needs to be in good health all the time. I moved with practised precision as I prepared the kit that I would be using. My father gave me a steady gaze. He’s been staring at me for a long time without saying anything. His stare unnerves me the most because I’m secretly angry at him. “Dad, are you sure about this?” I asked him one last time as I held the needle in one hand after I had prepared everyth