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 Pack alarm blared, sharp and unrelenting, four piercing notes cutting through the night. My

Four rings.

was under

would dare to attack

instinctively, my body moving before my mind

hall, my feet

movements swift and purposeful, their expressions

a corner, I

Alpha Theron.

stood Asha, her face pale with worry. For

in her gaze that I felt deep within. But I couldn't stop

voice boomed over

reply. I didn't

cracked, raw and desperate. But I didn't

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

of belonging and warped my

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

rushing into position, I felt the weight of my

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

Moon Goddess forcing me to confront my past one last time before I left it behind for

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

was over, I'd disappear

tension

sharp efficiency, their faces set with

stood Andros, commanding the scene with a calm authority that masked

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

have breached our borders. They're infiltrating fast. I

clenched. "How close

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