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.

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

Four rings.

Pack was under

would dare to

dropped the bag instinctively, my body moving before my

my

swift and purposeful, their

turned a corner,

Alpha Theron.

him stood Asha, her face pale with worry. For a brief moment, our

saw the same anguish reflected in her gaze

voice boomed over the chaos,

I didn't even

and

my mother, for choosing duty over

of belonging and warped my identity

to the back of

rushing into position, I

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

forcing me to confront my past one last time before I

protect their lives like I always had. After this, they'd owe me nothing - and I'd

was over, I'd disappear

reached the front lines, the tension in

their faces

the scene with a calm

my way toward him, intending to offer my help. But before I could speak, a warrior rushed to

Andros," the warrior said, his voice tight. "The rogues have breached our borders. They're infiltrating fast.

"How close

within the inner perimeter," the 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 Alpha Theron and