Semua Bab Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Astrid’s POVThe moon hung high in the sky, its cold light spilling into the quiet room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase before me. My hands shook as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t untangle.I was my father’s legitimate daughter.The truth had unraveled everything I thought I knew about myself. For years, I’d believed I was nothing — a mistake, a stain on his perfect image. I’d told myself I didn’t belong, that I would never be worthy and that I was just a trouble to their perfect family. And now, knowing it was all a lie… it left me hollow.He’d hidden the truth from me. From all of us. I wasn’t sure what hurt more— the truth itself, or the years of deception.I clenched a shirt in my fists, my breath trembling as I fought to steady it. This doesn’t change anything. I couldn’t let it. He might have been my father by blood, but he had never been a father to me. That bond had been broken long before I even kn

Alpha Theron’s POVThe chaos outside was growing louder with each passing second. The warriors are trying their best to defend the Pack and protect us from the invaders, but I had no time to think about that.My legs carried me swiftly down the dimly lit hallways of the Packhouse. Everyone has left already, I’m the only one who chose to turn around and go back just to fetch the book.The book. I had to retrieve it. If that book fell into the wrong hands, it would end everything and put Astrid in danger. No one could know the truth about her being an AlmegaI pushed my office open and quickly hurried to the hidden safe where I kept the book hidden. It is tucked inside a concealed drawer beneath my desk. I entered the passcode which only I knew.My hands trembled slightly as I pulled out the thick book. Its worn cover and dusty pages made it looked unimportant at all. I clutched it tightly to my chest and turned to leave, my mind racing. I had to get back to Asha who had stayed behind

Astrid’s POVThe air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the howls of battle. All around me, wolves clashed in brutal combat, their fur matted with dirt and crimson. The once pristine grounds of the Shadowfang Pack were now a battleground, a chaotic swirl of snarling beasts, flashing claws, and snapping jaws.But I stood tall, my human form cutting through the madness like a spearhead, directing my warriors with precision. “Form a line! Protect the children and elders!” I shouted, my voice rising above the discord. My throat burned from barking commands, but I couldn’t stop. Lives depended on me. The warriors of the Shadowfang Pack, massive wolves with sleek, dark coats, obeyed without hesitation. They moved in unison, shielding a group of terrified pack members huddled near the treeline. Their coordinated strikes drove back the advancing rogues, giving the vulnerable a chance to escape. To my left, a warrior was pinned beneath a rogue’s snapping jaws. Without thinkin

Asha’s POVThe air was thick with grief, but Astrid’s accusatory words cut through the silence like a blade. I knelt beside Father’s lifeless body, tears blurring my vision. My trembling fingers clutched his cold hand, my mind struggling to process what Astrid was implying.Betrayal? From Andros?I glanced at my brother. His face was tight with a mix of anger and hurt, his posture rigid under Astrid’s scrutiny. He looked calm, yet something about his demeanor felt off. It wasn’t guilt—it was more like a defense mechanism, a mask he wore too well.Then it hit me—a memory. A vivid flash of a conversation I had overheard just a few days ago. How could I ever forget that unfamiliar stranger and the suspicious conversation that they had. At that time I didn’t think much of it, but as I remembered the details, I start to wonder if it was all connected to what happened to us. The date and the time that was mentioned, it all corresponds to the rogue attack. The timing is too perfect to b

Asha’s POVThe smell of freshly baked bread and steaming coffee filled the air as Andros and I sat at the dining table. It felt strange, not having father eat with us. Andros is now sitting on the seat where father used to sit. My gaze flickered to Andros, watching him as he ate, seemingly unbothered. For the first time, I looked at him with suspicion, studying the slight tension in his jaw, the way his eyes were distant, and his movements sharper than usual. “You’ve been quiet,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. He set his fork down and looked at me. “Just tired,” I lied, forcing a small smile. Andros leaned back on his chair, his expression unreadable. “I’m leaving later today. I’ll take a group of warriors with me to visit the Silvermoon Pack.”My head snapped up, my stomach twisting. “The Silvermoon Pack? Why?”He raised an eyebrow at me. as if the answer were obvious. “Astrid could be hiding there. It’s the only place she’d run for protection.”A chill run d