บททั้งหมดของ Reclaiming My Broken Luna: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Astrid’s POVI couldn’t shake the heaviness that had settled over me ever since Nova told me she was going to leave.Ever since she left, I haven’t moved on my bed. I stayed lying on my side, facing the stark white concrete, just thinking about the words that she said. Every breath I drew was laced with a pervasive sadness that threatened to consume me. I didn’t even have the energy to greet Drystan when he went to visit me. Drystan had noticed the change in my demeanor. He’d been speaking to me, but I never turned to face him or uttered a sound to reply to him. I’m not in the mood to interact with anyone. As Drystan approached, I could feel his concerned gaze upon me, though I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the wall, unwilling to meet his probing stare. “Astrid, is everything okay?” he asked tentatively. “What’s wrong?”The words hung in the air, and for a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I don’t know how to explain my feelings without sounding selfish and unsupportive o

Nova’s POVAs I stood there, my hands tucked nervously in the pockets of my coat, I found my gaze constantly drifting back towards the Packhouse. It was as if a part of me was desperately waiting for something — or someone — to emerge from those familiar doors. I knew it was a foolish hope, one that I should have long since abandoned. Drystan had made it painfully clear that we had no future together, that our bond as mates couldn’t also change that. Yet, a stubborn part of me clung to the wish that he would come rushing out to beg me to stay. Mentally, I scolded myself for this lingering, foolish hope. I had already made the difficult decision to leave, to forge a new path for myself, away from the pain and rejection that had become my reality here. Why was I still torturing myself, hoping against all logic that Drystan would change his mind?With a renewed determination, I forced my gaze away from the Packhouse, focusing solely on the driveway where the car that would whisk me

Astrid’s POV“Beta Astrid, you always feel happy and excited whenever Alpha Drystan is coming. Are you sure that the two of you aren’t really dating?” Daphne asked another question when I didn’t answer her for a long time. Some of the people who believed my words instead of the rumors, thought that Drystan and I were dating. However, most of them still believed that I was really Alpha Theron’s mistress. “I’ve told you many times, Daphne. Drystan and I are friends, we don’t have anything romantic going on,” I told her again. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her this already, but she just doesn’t believe me. She’s so convinced that it’s either we are dating in secret or Drystan is secretly in love me. Her assumptions are both ridiculous. “Are you sure that nothing is going on between you two? There’s no way an Alpha would regularly come here once a week just to see a friend. You must be something special, something close to his heart,” Daphne retorted with a dreamy smile on her

Astrid’s POV“Dad, are you serious?!!!” Asha’s loud voice welcomed us as Alpha Theron, and I left his office. “You’re seriously going to entrust our Pack to an outsider for two more years?! Why can’t you just command Beta Alek to go back instead of letting her be in charge of his duties?!” Asha ran after her father as she yelled at him.When I glanced at her, she secretly flashed me a murderous glare, showing how much she hated me. I only let out a deep breath as I averted my gaze, acting like I didn’t see her glaring at me. Alpha Theron remained silent and kept on walking as his daughter confronted her. With the way that Asha is acting right now, she deserves to get a death sentence. Even though Alpha Theron is her father, he is an Alpha first. Questioning his decisions is equivalent to rebellion. Asha is so driven by her anger that she can’t hear her words. She has no idea that she sounded like she wanted to be the Alpha instead.Luckily for her, her father loves and cares for h

Two Years Later…Alpha Theron’s POVI stared out the window, my eyes scanning the expansive territory of the Shadowfang Pack. Whenever I get burned out from work, I always look out through my window to remind myself to whom I am working. Seeing the whole Pack from above always refreshes my mind, knowing that this familiar sight that I’m looking at all depends on me. If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t grow like this. They need me, and that’s what motivates me to continue in my duty as an Alpha. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, a familiar voice that I haven’t heard for three years. “Greetings, Alpha.”My head snapped around, the wolf within me instantly alert. There, framed in the doorway, stood the imposing figure of Beta Alek. I felt a surge of both relief and trepidation — it had been three long years since I’d laid eyes on him. Finally, he’s back. Slowly, I turned to face him. My expression betrayed nothing, a mask of calm authority concealing the torrent of emotions