All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Astrid’s POVI paused at the doorway, my hand hovering over the handle as I turned back to face her. Anya’s tone was urgent, but the firmness in her gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Something in her eyes made me feel uneasy, as if she was about to reveal something I wasn’t prepared to hear.“Sure,” I replied, my voice barely steady. I shut the door softly before moving to the corner of the room, putting some distance between Killian and us. Anya took a step closer, her face softening ever so slightly. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Killian—still unconscious on the bed, unaware of the conversation happening around him.Anya looked back at me, her expression solemn. “Miss Astrid,” she began, her voice quiet but laced with emotion. “There’s something you should know. Something Killian hasn’t said, but I believe you deserve to hear.”I frowned, confusion twisting in my chest as I waited for her to continue. “What is it?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice. What could Killia

Killian’s POVThe chandeliers above casted a warm golden glow over the dining hall, but it did nothing to thaw the ice in my chest. The room was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of easy conversation, but all I could hear was Astrid’s soft voice. And him. DrystanSitting there next to her, smiling like he belonged. I gripped my wine glass tightly as I watched him. They sat close, whispering softly to each other between bites, completely at ease. The way Drystan leaned towards her, his eyes lighting up everytime she spoke — it made my jaw tightened. “Alpha Killian,” Damien’s voice broke through my thoughts. The Crimsonbane Pack’s Alpha raised his glass in a toast, “To new alliances and old friendships. It’s good to have everyone gathered here tonight.”I noticed how Damien’s eyes flicked between me and Drystan as if he sensed the shift in the air. I averted my gaze, my jaw clenched as I forced myself to smile and raised my glass as well. “To alliances,” I echoed

Drystan’s POVI watched Astrid closely as she stared down at the heart-shaped rock in her hand, her expression distant, brows furrowed together as though the small stone held the answers to all her questions. The cold breeze swept through the night, rustling the leaves and sending a shiver down my spine, but I ignored it. My focus was solely on her.“What’s that?” I asked, trying to break the silence that had settled between us.But she didn’t respond. She was too lost in her thoughts to notice me. I watched as her fingers absentmindedly traced the shape of the stone, and something in her posture felt different—uneasy, troubled.“Astrid,” I called again, this time louder. “Are you alright?”She blinked, as though she was suddenly pulled back to reality. “What?” she asked, her eyes darting to me for the first time in what felt like minutes. “Oh… yeah, I’m fine. Just… thinking.”Her answer was vague, and I wasn’t convinced, but I didn’t press further. Instead, I took a step closer, hop

Astrid’s POVI glanced at him, my chest tightening. "But why does it always have to be you?”Killian frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”I shook my head, the words I had been too afraid to admit bubbling up. “I couldn’t love Drystan. Not fully. Not the way he deserves to be loved. And do you know why?” I asked him as he stared at me cluelessly. “Because I’m still stuck on you, Killian. You’re the ghost I can’t shake. You’re always there, lingering in the back of my mind,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. He stood there, stunned into silence. For a moment, I thought he might walk away, say nothing, but he didn’t. He stayed, and it only made the ache in my chest worse.“I tried, you know? I tried to love Drystan the way I was supposed to. But every time, I felt like I was betraying something... or someone. And that someone was you.” My voice broke then, and I couldn’t stop the tears that filled my eyes. “Even though you hurt me, even though you weren’t the husband I neede

Killian’s POVI sat in my chair, the weight of guilt still pressing down on me, my mind spiraling with thoughts of Astrid. Regret felt like a physical thing, constricting my chest, refusing to let go. I rubbed my temples, trying to block out the voices in my head, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.I didn't want to deal with anyone right now. Not after everything. But the knock came again, more insistent. With a sigh, I forced myself to speak.“Come in.”The door opened, and Beta Ryder stepped in, his face alight with excitement, practically beaming. I blinked, surprised by the energy radiating from him. He was rarely this enthusiastic, and I wasn’t in any mood to deal with whatever news had put him in such a good mood.“Killian,” Ryder began, unable to contain his grin. “I’ve got something important to tell you.”I tried to mask my exhaustion, but it was a losing battle. “Ryder, now’s not really the time—”“No, you’ll want to hear this,” he cut in, stepping closer. “The r