All Chapters of Reclaiming My Broken Luna: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Astrid’s POVThe air crackled with tension as the rogue king’s gaze shifted toward us, his dark eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge. Killian’s golden eyes burned with fury, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike. But the rogue king, Ardan, stood unfazed, a shadow of calm amidst the chaos.“You’re relentless, Killian,” Ardan said smoothly, his voice carrying across the clearing like a chilling wind. “But your efforts are misplaced. You cling to a broken system—a hierarchy built on oppression and blood.”Killian took a measured step forward, his claws flexing. “And you think murdering innocents and sowing chaos is the answer? You’re delusional.”Ardan tilted his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Delusional? Or visionary? The Packs need reformation, Killian. The hierarchy you protect only serves the Alphas and Betas—those at the top. The rest? They suffer. They’re discarded like trash.”I clenched my fists, stepping forward to stand beside Killian. “And you think y

Astrid’s POVFor a fleeting moment, I felt something I hadn't felt in what seemed like forever: amusement.Cedric's words hung in the stale air, but they seemed hollow, ridiculous. My lips curled into a wry smile, and I shook my head."An Almega's life," I repeated, my voice carrying an edge of disbelief. "Well, that's interesting, Cedric, because in this world, there are only two Almegas: me and the rogue king."I stepped closer, folding my arms as I stared him down. "And let's be honest-there's no way Ardan is willing to sacrifice his own life for the forsaken amulet. So, unless you plan to offer him a lecture on hypocrisy, l'd say his plan has already failed."Killian's golden eyes gleamed with approval at my confidence. "She's right," he said, his tone sharp and resolute. "Ardan won't risk his life. He'd rather destroy everything than make a sacrifice like that."Cedric's lips twisted into a smirk, a cruel glint in his dark eyes. "Oh, Astrid," he said, his voice tinged with mocke

Astrid’s POVThe wind howled against the Packhouse walls, carrying an unnatural chill that seeped into my bones. The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light casting long shadows through the windows. I sat in the corner of Ryker and Elara’s shared room, my knees pulled to my chest, watching their small forms rise and fall with each breath.They looked so peaceful. So unaware of the storm brewing around them.Killian had insisted I get some rest, but the thought of leaving them alone—even with the guards stationed outside the room—was unbearable. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind, sent a jolt of paranoia through me.“You’re not helping them by running yourself into the ground,” Killian’s voice came softly from the doorway.I looked up to find him leaning against the frame, his arms crossed. His golden eyes, usually so fierce, softened as they met mine.“They’re just kids, Killian,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “They don’t deserve to be part of this war.

Chapter 77: Shadows on the HorizonAstrid’s POVThe Packhouse had turned into a fortress. Guards patrolled every corner, their presence constant and unyielding. The sound of boots on the wooden floors, the clang of weapons being readied, and the hum of whispered orders filled the air. Despite the precautions, a sense of unease clung to me like a second skin.Killian was in the war room, finalizing defense strategies with Ryder and the other warriors. I had just left Ryker and Elara’s room after checking on them for the third time that morning. They were playing together, their laughter echoing softly in my mind, but it wasn’t enough to ease the fear curling in my chest.I walked briskly down the corridor, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. Ardan’s movements were calculated, his methods ruthless. Ryder’s report about the wolfsbane on the eastern border was still fresh in my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else he had planned.Turning a corner, I nearly collided with Asha.

Chapter 79: Tension RisingAstrid’s POVThe weight of the fragment of the forsaken amulet lingered in my mind as Killian, Ryder, and I exited the war room. Every step I took felt heavier, like the realization of Ardan’s plan was manifesting into a physical burden.The hallways of the Packhouse were unusually quiet, the tension gripping everyone like a silent warning. I could feel the watchful eyes of the guards stationed at every corner, their hands never straying far from their weapons. The air was thick with unease, and I couldn’t shake the cold fear that curled in my chest.“I don’t like this,” I said softly, breaking the silence as Killian walked beside me. “The fragment… what is he doing with them? How exactly would he fix the amulet…”Killian’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes fixed straight ahead. “He won’t get far. We’ll intercept him before he completes the amulet.”“And if we don’t?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Killian, we don’t know what’s going on in his mind. We’re not