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 silence shattered. The Pack alarm blared, sharp and

Four rings.

was under

would dare to

my body moving before

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

their movements swift and

corner, I nearly collided with

Alpha Theron.

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

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

voice boomed over

didn't reply. I didn't even

please!" His voice cracked, raw and desperate. But I didn't

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

of belonging

forcing the emotions to the back of my

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

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

forcing me to confront my past one last time before I left

alongside them, and protect their lives like I always

over, I'd disappear for

the front lines, the tension in the air was

sharp efficiency, their faces set with

them stood Andros, commanding the scene with

before I could speak, a warrior rushed to

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

"How close

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