Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 415

Chapter 415: Mother’s Worries

Astrid's POV

The wind howled against the Packhouse walls, carrying an unnatural chill that seeped into my bones.

The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light casting long shadows through the windows.

I sat in the corner of Ryker and Elara's shared room, my knees pulled to my chest, watching their small forms rise and fall with each breath.

They looked so peaceful. So unaware of the storm brewing around them.

Killian had insisted I get some rest, but the thought of leaving them alone-even with the guards stationed outside the room-was unbearable.

Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind, sent a jolt of paranoia through me.

"You're not helping them by running yourself into the ground," Killian's voice came softly from the doorway.

I looked up to find him leaning against the frame, his arms crossed. His golden eyes, usually so fierce, softened as they met mine.

"They're just kids, Killian," I whispered, my voice trembling. "They don't deserve to be part of this war."

Killian stepped into the room, his boots making almost no sound on the wooden floor.

"I know," he said, sitting down beside me. "But they're also our kids. And that makes them strong."

I glanced at Ryker, his small hand clutching the edge of his blanket. Elara stirred

in her sleep, murmuring something incoherent before settling again.

"They shouldn't have to be strong," I whispered, the words catching in my throat. "They should be safe."

Killian reached out, his hand covering mine.

"I've doubled the guards around the Packhouse. Ryder is organizing rotations to ensure there's no lapse in protection.

shaking my head. "Ardan doesn't fight fair. He'll

his jaw tightening. "Then we'll find a way to stop him before he

but the weight of Cedric's words hung

rogue king always gets

of Ardan coming for my children, of him using

I said finally,

that's come my way. But when it comes to our children..." My voice

it comes to them. I won't survive it

around mine, his golden eyes softening

me.

said gently, "you're not weak. You're their mother. That kind of love— it's not weakness. It's strength. It's what keeps them

scared,

interrupted, his tone firm. "Astrid, you've been

you. For them. They need you to be strong and

"I'm trying," I whispered. "But the

his thumbs brushing against my cheeks.

this. I'll protect them. I'll protect you. With everything I have. But you have to trust me. You have to let yourself

his touch. "I trust you,"

"Neither do I. That's why we'll stop him before he gets

of

was pulled back hastily, and she was still wearing the simple robe she must have thrown on in a

dark circles under her eyes spoke of sleepless nights,

forward. "What are you doing

to check on the children," she said softly, her gaze flicking between me

said, and... I had to see them. To make sure they're

my

Asha said, her voice gentle but firm. She stepped closer, placing a

mother, Astrid. And I know how much you worry. I couldn't sit in my room knowing how much

said nothing, stepping back to give us

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