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.

shoulder, the silence shattered. The Pack alarm blared, sharp and

Four rings.

was

Who would dare to attack the

dropped the bag instinctively, my body moving before my

the hall, my feet pounding against the floor as I rushed to

gathering, their movements swift

turned a corner,

Alpha Theron.

her face pale with worry. For a brief moment,

same anguish reflected in her gaze

boomed over

I didn't

and desperate.

For abandoning me and my mother, for choosing duty over family, and for deceiving

belonging and warped my identity with

forcing the emotions to the back of my mind, and focused on

I felt the weight of my responsibility press down

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

me to confront my past one last time before I

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

was over, I'd

tension

sharp efficiency, their faces set

scene with a calm authority

could speak, a warrior

warrior said, his voice tight. "The rogues have breached our borders. They're infiltrating fast. I don't know how they got past

jaw clenched. "How

it won't take them long to reach the Packhouse. Sir, we're in serious danger.