Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 341: Under Attack Astrid's POV

The 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 knew it existed.

I need to leave.

I shoved the last of my belongings into the bag and zipped it shut. I wouldn't stay here, drowning in the lies and memories.

I'd find my own way, my own cure, without relying on him or anyone else. I owed it to myself to reclaim my life.

The plan was simple. Slip out under the cover of darkness, disappear without a word.

No farewells, no explanations. I couldn't bear another confrontation — not after everything that had happened.

the bag over my shoulder, the silence shattered. The Pack alarm blared, sharp and unrelenting, four piercing notes cutting through the

Four rings.

was under

would dare to attack

body moving

hall, my feet pounding against the floor as

gathering, their movements swift and purposeful, their expressions

I turned a corner,

Alpha Theron.

her face pale with worry.

I saw the same anguish reflected in her gaze that I felt deep

Alpha Theron's voice boomed over the chaos, commanding and

didn't reply. I didn't

please!" His voice cracked, raw and

he had done. For abandoning me and my mother, for choosing duty over

belonging and warped

forcing the emotions to the back of my mind,

through the warriors and guards rushing into position, I felt the weight of my responsibility

leave them to fight the rogues alone. Not as a warrior. Not as

Goddess forcing me to confront my past one last time

fight alongside them, and protect their lives like I always had. After this, they'd

was over, I'd disappear for

front lines, the tension in the air was palpable. Warriors

efficiency, their faces

scene with a calm authority that masked

to offer my help. But before I could speak, a warrior rushed to his side, urgency etched into every line of his

borders. They're infiltrating fast. I

jaw clenched. "How close

long to reach the Packhouse. Sir,