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.

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

enough,” I said, shaking my head. "Ardan doesn't

we'll find a way to stop him before

believe him, but the weight of Cedric's words hung over

king always gets what

of Ardan coming for my children, of him using their blood for his twisted goals,

said finally, my voice barely above

and pain. I've fought through every battle that's come my way. But when it comes to our children..." My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard, forcing the

be strong. I'm weak when it comes to them. I

mine, his golden

me.

not weak. You're their mother. That kind of love— it's not weakness. It's

I'm scared,

firm. "Astrid, you've been worrying so much,

this constant fear-it's not good for you. For them. They need you to be strong

my eyes, but I blinked them away. "I'm trying," I whispered.

cupped my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks. "Listen to me,"

in this. I'll protect them. I'll protect you. With everything I have. But

my eyes, leaning into his touch. "I trust you," I

why we'll stop him before he gets close. I promise you, Astrid, he'll never

open. Both of us turned toward it, and to my surprise,

back hastily, and she was still wearing the simple robe she must have

under her eyes spoke of sleepless nights,

I asked, stepping forward. "What

she said softly, her gaze

and... I had to see

tremor in my voice betrayed me. "Killian has already increased the guards, and

her voice gentle but firm. She stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on

I know how much you worry. I couldn't sit in

but he said nothing, stepping

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