Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 319: Innocent Astrid's POV

Killian's arms wrapped around me, warm and secure, like a shield against the storm inside me.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I didn't feel so exposed. His embrace was steady, strong, and I could feel the tension in my chest start to unravel as he held me.

His presence alone was enough to quiet the fears that had been raging in my mind, but it couldn't drown out the truth that lingered between us - truth that had remained buried for too long.

He pressed his forehead gently against mine, his breath warm as he spoke softly, "You don't need to worry anymore, Astrid. I've found a lead."

I pulled back slightly, looking up at him with confusion. "A lead?"

Killian nodded, his expression darkening with seriousness. "The Pack that helped us... they caught one of

the attackers as he was trying to run. He didn't get far, and they managed to extract information from him."

A pit of dread settled deep in my stomach. My voice barely came out as a whisper. "What did he say?" Killian's grip on me tightened, his jaw clenching as though he was bracing me for the worst. "He confessed. They were acting under Giselle's orders."

My blood turned cold at the sound of her name. Giselle. Of course.

Even now, after everything that had happened, she was still trying to tear us apart, still plotting our destruction.

"She's behind this... again," I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief. "She's already in the dungeon. I thought it was over."

Killian's face hardened with regret. "It should have been over. But she found a way. She ordered them to kill Ryker."

words too heavy

realization hitting me like

voice shook as I forced the words out, horror sinking

They don't even know

rising in my chest. Giselle. The woman who had

to take away my son. My

dealt with her sooner," Killian muttered,

what she was capable of, but I didn't. And because of that, we've all suffered. I'm so

seeing the torment etched into every line of his face.

that had happened, for the danger that had stalked us, for the pain I had carried for

to be angry, wanted to blame him for not seeing

deceived us

twisted the truth, manipulated every situation to her advantage, and neither of us had been immune

your fault," I whispered, my voice

None of us did. She's been planning this

head, refusing to accept my words. "No, it was my fault," he insisted, his voice

her into our lives. I was the

and I didn't. I can never

ache. For so many years, I had thought he was happy with

had chosen her

had gotten exactly what

wanted.

was. He

played both of us, and I had been too