Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 339: Resentment Asha's POV

I staggered back, shaking my head in disbelief. "That's not true. That can't be true," I mumbled as if I was just trying to convince myself.

"I was left with no choice, Asha. Your mother-Luna Jamaica-was my brother's mate.

He was the rightful Alpha. But when he died, the Pack needed a leader. And I... I was the only option.

I was forced to marry her to maintain stability. To keep this Pack from falling apart."

My father's eyes turned red as he tried his best to hold back his tears. My heart wrenched as I feel for his pain. This is the first time I ever saw my father look so vulnerable.

"I gave up everything. My mate. My happiness. My future. I gave it all away for this Pack, for a life I never wanted. And every day since, I have lived with that choice. With the weight of betraying my mate, of turning my back on the only woman I ever loved."

I stared at him, my body trembling as the truth settled over me like a suffocating blanket.

Everything I had believed, everything I had built my life on - it wasn't mine. It had never been mine.

Astrid... she was his true child, his legitimate heir. Not me. Not Andros.

I felt like a thief, a fraud who had stolen everything that should have been hers.

"I" My voice cracked, the shame and guilt tightening around my throat like a

noose.

What could I even say? What was there to say after everything I had just heard?

thought, a

the

fists at her side, her

blow. How long had she been standing

heavy with emotion, but

"Don't even start," she spat out. Her voice was laced with so much bitterness that it made

my entire life," Astrid continued,

I was nothing. I thought my mother was the mistress, that

this time,

but the fury in

He took a step toward her, but she held up a hand, stopping him in his

think that you were nothing but a mistake and being always reminded of

didn't deserve a place in

face paled. He

the

Astrid said, her

but

your titles, your Pack, yourlies. I don't want any

en

her heel, her movements quick and purposeful

my father called after her, his voice filled with desperation, but she

life surviving without you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion.

suffocating. My father stood there, his shoulders slumped, eyes filled with a mix of grief

me, but I couldn't meet it. I just stood there, motionless, the room spinning as the reality of