All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Killian’s POVRyder exhaled slowly, tension rippling through his body as he processed the gravity of the situation. “Where do we start?” he asked, his voice tight with barely contained anger. I took a moment before responding. “I couldn’t think of anyone who could know more about this except for Giselle’s doctor,” I replied, my mind already working through the plan. “The one who handled her pregnancy. He would know what happened, or at the very least, he’d have records. If there’s a hole in her story, he’s the key to unlocking it.” I explained to him. Ryder fell into a thoughtful silence, his eyes narrowing as he absorbed the implications. After a beat, his fists clenched, his jaw tightening in fury.“Her doctors… They were all members of our Pack. How could they betray you? Betray us? How dare they lie to their Alpha!” His voice shook with righteous anger.“To hide something this huge would take more than just Giselle,” I continued, my voice steady but cold. “This wasn’t the work

Nova’s POVMy hands curled into tight fists at my sides, anger boiling inside me. How could Michael assume I hadn’t fought for Drystan? How could he stand there and accuse me of running away when he had no clue what I had been through?“You don’t understand, Michael,” I snapped, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and grief. “I did confess my feelings to him. I put my heart on the line, and you know what happened? He rejected me,” my voice wavered. “Don’t you realize how humiliating that was? To bear my soul, only to be turned away?” I saw guilt flicker across his face as my words hit home.“Drystan made it painfully clear that I’d never be more than a friend. And now, you’re standing here, telling me to go through that again? To relive that pain? Why? So I can watch him choose Astrid over me again?”I saw a change in Michael’s expression—a hint of regret, maybe, but he didn’t back down. “That was three years ago, Nova. People change. What if Drystan feels differently now?”

Drystan’s POVI slammed the brakes, the tires screeching as the car jolted to a violent stop in the middle of the empty road. The sudden silence felt deafening, as though the world had paused just to witness my breakdown. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but this time it wasn’t the rage that fueled me. It wasn’t the blinding, red-hot anger that had consumed me minutes ago. It was something far heavier, something I couldn’t escape from — guilt.My hands shook, trembling uncontrollably, but not because I was furious. The fire that had raged within me had burned out, leaving only ashes of regret. I had been so obsessed with my own pain, my own selfish desire, that I’d failed to see the damage I was leaving in my wake. I had been blind — willfully blind — to the hurt I was causing.I let out a long, shaky breath, my chest tight as I leaned back into the seat. My head fell against the headrest, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out the crushi

Nova’s POVI froze when I saw Drystan rushing out of the packhouse, his surprise shifting from surprise to something I couldn’t quite place. I swallowed hard, staying rooted on the spot, fighting the urge to turn around and run away again as he ran towards me, closing the distance between us. “Drystan, what are you doing here?” My voice faltered, the words I had planned to say slipping through my fingers like water. I thought he would still be at the Silvermoon Pack, wrapped in Astrid’s arms, far from here. I thought I completely lost him to her. Instead, he is right in front of me, moving closer with every second, like he was afraid I might disappear again. Before I could take a step back, before I could even think, Drystan closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe. His embrace caught me off guard. This wasn’t the cold, distant Drystan I had expected. It wasn’t the reaction I’d imagined during all those lon

Killian’s POVI entered the dungeon, the air thick with the scent of fear and sweat. The torches on the walls flickered, casting shadows that danced over the bruised faces of the Pack Doctor and the nurses. They sat huddled on the cold, stone floor, their wrists bound behind their backs. I could see the terror in their eyes as they struggled to lift their heads and meet my gaze. It was clear that Ryder had already gotten to them — purple bruises bloomed on their faces, and one of the nurses had a split lip.As I approached, their pleas filled the room, a desperate chorus that grated against my ears. “Alpha, please, we’ve been wronged!” the Pack Doctor stammered, his voice shaking as he leaned forward despite his restraints. “This is all a mistake! We’ve been loyal to you, to the pack! We beg you to hear us out and give us justice. We’re innocent!”The others echoed his words, nodding furiously, their eyes wide with desperation. One of the nurses, her voice shrill, added, “We would