All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Astrid’s POVHer words made me flinch, but I didn’t respond. Asha reached into her bag and pulled out a document, holding it out to me.“This,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “is from our father. It’s proof that he wanted you to lead the Shadowfang Pack. Not Andros.”I took the paper with trembling hands, scanning the words. My father’s handwriting, so familiar and yet so distant, stared back at me. The weight of his decision settled over me like a crushing burden.I fell silent, I had no idea that despite my cold treatment towards him, he still chose to hand me his position before he died. Overwhelming grief enveloped my heart once again as I remember how he died. “I can’t do this,” I said, shaking my head and thrusting the document back toward Asha. “I can’t lead the pack.”“Astrid—” Asha began, but I cut her off.“You don’t understand,” I said, my voice breaking. “My wolf… it’s getting stronger. Harder to control. I can feel it—the power, the rage. One day, I’m going to l

Astrid’s POVThe battlefield was eerily quiet, the echoes of the fight lingering in the heavy air. As I gained control over my Almega wolf, my senses were restored as I free from my wolf’s control. I stood there, still in my wolf form, but no longer shackled by my wolf’s evil thoughts. My heart pounded with the raw power of my wolf still surging through me.Andros lay at my feet, battered and defeated. His once smug expression was gone, replaced by anger and humiliation. Around us, his remaining warriors had either surrendered or fled.I looked at him, my chest heaving, my mind racing. The rage that had fueled me moments ago was gone, replaced by something colder: clarity.“You’ve lost, Andros,” I said, speaking to him through my wolf, my voice steady but filled with finality. “This ends now.”He spat blood onto the ground, glaring up at me. “You stole everything me! I wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths if father didn’t made the decision to make you the Pack’s Leader. “My e

Astrid’s POVThe air buzzed with excitement as wolves from the Shadowfang and Silvermoon Packs gathered under the full moon. Tonight wasn’t just a celebration of unity between the packs—it was a celebration of love, trust, and a future we had fought so hard to reclaim.In the packhouse, Asha stood behind me, fixing the final braid in my hair. When I glanced at her, her face was lit with a quiet pride. “You look beautiful,” she smiled at me in awe. “Thank you, Asha,” I whispered as I met her eyes through the mirror. “For everything.”“Astrid,” she said softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “I know I wasn’t always the sister you deserved. I said things, did things I regret. I’m sorry.”I turned to her, surprised by her sudden vulnerability, but my heart warmed at the sincerity in her eyes.“It’s okay, Asha,” I said, taking her hands. “We both made mistakes. But we’re here now, and that’s what matters.”“No, let me finish,” she said, her voice breaking. “You’ve always been so strong,

Special Chapter: Ryker’s PerspectiveThe sun was shining so brightly today that it made the grass sparkle like little stars. I loved running through it barefoot—it felt soft and tickly. I stretched my arms out, pretending I was flying, and ran down the hill as fast as I could.“Ryker, don’t go too far!” Mommy called from the garden bench where she sat with Aunt Nova.“I won’t, Mommy!” I shouted back, spinning around to wave at her. She was smiling at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back.Mommy had the best smile. It made me feel warm inside, like I was wrapped in a big, soft blanket. I loved hearing her laugh, too, which she was doing now because Aunt Nova said something funny. They both had big bellies because there were babies inside. I couldn’t wait to meet them.I ran back up the hill to Mommy and climbed onto the bench next to her. “Why are you laughing, Mommy?” I asked, curious.Mommy chuckled and brushed some grass out of my hair. “Aunt Nova was telling me about how much he

Nova’s POVI didn’t dream often, or if I did, I never remembered them. But tonight, the images were vivid and relentless, as if the past had clawed its way into my mind and refused to let go.I was small again, no more than four years old, hiding behind a tree as fire consumed our Pack. The acrid smell of smoke filled my lungs, and the air was thick with the metallic tang of blood. Wolves howled in agony, their cries echoing through the night. My tiny hands gripped the bark of the tree as I peeked out, my heart racing.A shadow loomed over me, massive and terrifying. “Stay quiet,” Liora closely whispered to my ear, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes.My older sister, Liora, looked young in my dream, still in her early teenage years. We were both just children, but she was forced to act brave to protect me, taking in the role of being the older sister.I stared at her, my heart beating in fear. She crouched beside me, clutching a blade in one hand and shielding me with the