Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Mother Astrid's POV

The council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices, Pack leaders debating strategies and plans.

I sat at the head of the table beside Killian, my hands resting on the smooth oak surface.

The tension in the room was palpable—every attack, every loss, had brought us closer to the realization that this wasn't a rogue problem.

It was something far more calculated.

Killian shifted beside me, his jaw tight, his body radiating barely contained frustration.

He hated these meetings. So did I. But this time, they were necessary.

The rogues weren't just targeting the outposts; they were playing a long game, and we needed to figure out the rules.

Just as I was about to speak, the heavy doors to the chamber creaked open. Every voice silenced, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily as the figure stepped inside. Killian's mother.

Her entrance was calculated, her steps deliberate as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

She carried herself with the regal air of a woman who had once been Luna, even though she'd long since lost that title.

The years hadn't softened her; if anything, they'd sharpened her edges.

"Mother," Killian said, his voice clipped, his tone barely masking his irritation. "What are you doing here?"

If there was someone else to be blamed on why Killian and I's relationship ended before, it would be her.

Killian's mother hated me for being born as omega. She made sure that every day I felt just how much hate she had towards me.

Killian, he fed him with lies and badmouthed me which is one of the reasons why Killian disliked me

become the Luna,

the mother and son had changed,

few feet from the table, her gaze sweeping over the gathered leaders

she said, her

in the room spiked, and I saw the flicker of doubt

knew about the

tone was cold. "Why would we need your

with rogues, and I have

fell silent, all eyes on Killian. I could feel his anger

kind of information?" I asked, my voice calm but

as a blade. "The kind you don't have. The kind that could

air, heavy with implication. I studied her,

Killian said, his

on her lips. "You don't have to trust me, son. But if you want to protect this Pack,

end the meeting early

room and I watched him, struggling

rogues? She grew up sheltered by a Pack+think she's just doing this to find connection to us,"

true, Killian's mother had been trying so many ways to reach her son and to reconcile with me, but Killian was

approached him. Killian stilled

my head on his chest, hearing

through the same thing with my father and you

silent, knowing

to what she had to say, Killian. Then you can take your own

what you

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