Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

Drystan’s POVI stirred awake, a wave of weakness and lightheadedness washing over me. As I blinked against the light, my gaze fell on Nova, sleeping peacefully beside me. A soft smile crept onto my face at the sight of her, the warmth of her presence easing the heaviness in my chest.I thought she had already left. I thought I wouldn’t see her again. I thought the last conversation we would ever have was that argument we had.But here she was, sitting in the chair, her head propped on her arms folded together on my bed. Despite everything that happened between us and the conflict that we had, she still stayed here for me, showing how much she still cared for me. I watched her body rise and fall as she breathed; her face was turned towards me as she slept, and for a moment, I let myself bask in the comfort of her presence. I slowly lifted my finger and gently brushed away the tendrils of hair that were blocking her face. My heart sank when I noticed her swollen eyes and the dried t

Astrid’s POVThe sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the playground. Giselle sat on the edge of a park bench, her posture stiff, watching her son, Ryker, who stood a few feet away, transfixed by the swing’s rhythmic motion. He didn’t climb onto it; instead, he observed the world around him fading into the background. Giselle didn’t bother to approach her son or to keep him company.Vanessa, sitting next to her, laughed softly as her daughter, Hazel, darted around the playground, introducing herself to other children with ease and grace that came naturally to her. “That girl,” Vanessa mused, smiling fondly, “She could make friends with anyone.”Giselle nodded her smile tight. She watched Hazel charm another group of children, their laughter reaching her ears like an echo that she wished she could hear from Ryker.I watched as Giselle’s fingers tensed on the edge of the bench as she glanced at her son. He wasn’t interacting, wasn’t joining in, leaving her nothing to boa

Killian’s POV“Are you done with task I gave you?” My voice came out steady and cold, unable to ask for the results directly. Ryder shifted, his silence stretching a second too long. “Not yet,” he admitted, his words clipped, like he hated saying them.My eyes shot up at him in surprise. I had assumed the DNA test results were already in, mistaking Ryder’s gloomy expression for confirmation. But as it turned out, Ryder’s expression had nothing to do with the test — he hadn’t even done it yet. “It’s been... difficult,” Ryder scratched the back of his neck, unable to look at me directly to my eyes. I fixed him with a hard stare. Difficult? This was supposed to be a simple task.“Difficult?” My tone was sharp. “I gave you simple instructions, Ryder. Do it quietly, without anyone knowing. What seems to be the problem about that?” He clenched his jaw, frustration clear in his eyes. “It’s Giselle, she never walks around without her attendants. She’s always guarded and every time I get c

Killian’s POVI stood in the Pack garden, surveying the scene Ryder had arranged. The twinkling lights, the candles, and the soft, romantic music of violins floating in the air. I exhaled slowly, feeling a mixture of discomfort and obligation tightening in my chest. This was supposed to be simple — a casual dinner to get Giselle’s DNA sample. But Ryder whom I placed in charge of the arrangements, had gone overboard.‘Overly romantic,’ I thought, resisting the urge to grimace. I had only asked Ryder to make some basic arrangements. I didn’t expect this.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Giselle approaching, her face lighting up the moment she saw the garden transformed into what could only be described as a romantic haven. She smiled brightly when the musicians appeared seemingly out of nowhere, playing their violins in a melody so delicate it almost made me wince.I tried to push down the discomfort as I pulled out the chair for her, forcing a polite smile as she settled into the s

Astrid’s POV“It wasn’t real,” Killian insisted, his voice raw with desperation. “None of it was real.”I stared at him, disbelief burning through me like an unstoppable fire. His words— “none of it was real” —echoed in my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. Not this time. Not after everything. He couldn’t just say it wasn’t real and expect the pain to disappear. I scoffed, my jaw tightening as the anger simmered just beneath the surface, ready to spill over. “None of it was real?” I repeated, my voice thick with frustration, laced with disbelief. “What, Killian? The dinner? The marriage? You can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist because you suddenly feel guilty!”It was always the same with him. Killian, always trying to backtrack, always trying to explain things away as if a few desperate words could fix everything. As if all the hurt he’d caused could vanish the moment he decided to acknowledge it. He didn’t get to rewrite our history just because he couldn’t face th