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 night. My blood

Four rings.

was

dare to

instinctively, my body moving

room and down the hall, my feet pounding against the floor as I rushed to the Pack

gathering, their movements swift

a corner, I

Alpha Theron.

face pale with worry.

her gaze that I felt deep within. But

over the chaos, commanding

didn't reply. I

and desperate. But

me and my mother, for choosing duty over family, and for deceiving me again

had stolen my sense of belonging and

to the back of my mind, and focused on the

into position, I felt the weight of my responsibility

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

was fate, wasn't it? The Moon Goddess forcing me to confront my past one

this Pack, fight alongside them, and protect their lives like I always had. After this, they'd owe me nothing - and I'd owe them nothing in

was over,

front lines, the tension in the

their faces set

stood Andros, commanding the scene with

my help. But before I could speak,

"The rogues have breached our borders. They're infiltrating fast. I don't know how they

jaw clenched. "How

warrior replied grimly. "At this rate; it won't take them long to reach the Packhouse. Sir, we're in serious danger. I suggest evacuating