All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The nurses beside him kept their heads bowed, silent tears streaking their faces, their fear like a palpable force in the room. They offered no words, no excuses, just the raw terror of those who knew their lives hung by a thread.I could barely hold back the fury that threatened to erupt. Every word he spoke only twisted the knife deeper, the realization of how deep the betrayal went, how many lies had been spun around me. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep a grip on my control. The truth wasn’t complete yet, but I had a new, more dangerous puzzle to unravel.A stranger, a missing child, a woman who had played me for a fool for years. My mind raced with questions, but one thing remained clear: Giselle had gone too far, and now, I would find out exactly how deep her treachery ran.I took a step back, my voice turning cold, final. “You’ve told me just enough to save your miserable lives for now. But if I find out that you’re still hiding something, I’ll make sure you suffer

Giselle’s POVA sudden commotion broke through the steady hum of the party, shattering the illusion of celebration. I turned, my heart skipping a beat, and saw one of the pack warriors sprinting toward us, his face pale with urgency. Guests stopped mid-laugh, mid-conversation, their expressions shifting from joy to alarm as he burst into the center of the gathering.“Rogues! There’s been an attack!” he shouted, his voice ringing out across the clearing. “Everyone needs to gather around and stay put until we can secure the area! Pack guards, take your positions!”Instantly, the mood shifted, fear crackling through the air like electricity. Guests began to murmur in panic, looking to the edges of the pack grounds, as if they might see the threat lurking beyond the trees. Parents clutched their children closer, and people crowded together, seeking comfort in proximity. The guards moved quickly, forming a protective line around us, their faces grim with determination.My heart pounde

Giselle’s POVThe panic that had been a performance just moments ago twisted into something real, sharp and icy, sinking its claws deep into my chest. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my control slipping away. The shock that Hazel was missing struck me like a physical blow, making my head spin and my vision blur. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not Hazel. Not my daughter.The faces around me blurred as I staggered backward, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a physical force. The whispers and murmurs of the crowd became a distant hum, overshadowed by the pounding of my heart in my ears. Through the haze of panic, I saw movement at the edge of the clearing. Killian and Damien had finally arrived. Their expressions were grim and alert as they walked through the crowd, scanning the faces of their pack members for signs of distress. Killian stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. He raised a hand to signal for silence, and the murmur

Killian’s POVMy heart pounded as I watched Giselle tighten her grip on Ryker, her fingers digging into his small shoulders with a desperation that was turning into something else — something unrecognizable. She wasn’t just desperate. She was losing control. “Where is Hazel?” she demanded, her voice frantic as she shook Ryker, her eyes wild. “Tell me, Ryker! Where did you get this?” She pointed furiously at the bracelet in his tiny hand.Ryker, trembling, stood frozen in place, his wide eyes locked on Giselle. He didn’t speak—he couldn’t. Ryker had never uttered a word in his life and Giselle is well aware of that. My gut wrenched when I saw the fear in his eyes. I couldn’t let this continue.“Giselle, stop!” I shouted, stepping forward to pull Ryker from her. I yanked him out of her grip, shielding him behind me as he clung to my shirt, shaking. His small hands were cold, his body trembling. He was terrified of her — of Giselle.“How could you do this?” I growled, my voice thick

Astrid’s POV:Killian’s words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. My chest tightened as I watched the shock ripple through the crowd, each revelation unraveling the lies Giselle had built her world around. My mind was racing, and I could feel my pulse quicken as Killian’s accusations cut deeper and deeper into her. Every word, every truth he spoke chipped away at the facade she had worn for so long.Ryker is not her son.The thought crashed over me like a wave, nearly knocking the breath out of me. Ryker... not hers. I’d never considered it before. But as I stood there, hearing Killian’s voice, the pieces began to fall into place. The coldness I had seen in Giselle, the distance between her and Ryker — it all made sense now. She had never treated him like a mother would treat her own child, and now I knew why. He wasn’t her child.But then, the question struck me like lightning — where is her real daughter? Who is she, and where had Giselle hidden her?I stared at Giselle, watching