Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 245

Astrid’s POV

“Luna, you are really back,” Gamma Jaxon exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he spotted me approaching. His eyes widened, and I could see the mix of surprise and relief on his face.

Behind him, a group of warriors stood at attention, their expressions a blend of curiosity and respect. Some faces were new to me, while others brought back memories etched with the passage of time.

The air was thick with anticipation; my return had clearly stirred something among them.

I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. I had feared that they might have forgotten me, that I wouldn’t be welcomed back. But as I looked at their faces — some bright with hope, others filled with determination — I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

I smiled as I felt the warmth of their anticipation. It ignited a spark of confidence within me. Even though it’s been years since I last saw them, there was still that bond between us.

When I left the Pack, I hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye to them or give them an explanation. I thought they would hold grudges against me for abandoning them.

Jaxon stepped forward, his posture straightening as he tried to mask his emotions. “Luna, we’ve missed you,” he added, his tone softening. The sincerity in his voice made my heart swell, reminding me of the bonds we had forged in the past.

“I’m no longer your Luna. Stop addressing me with that title, or else the wrong people might hear you, and you will get yourself in trouble,” I spoke softly, giving him a gentle reminder.

“You are the Alpha’s rightful mate and Luna. No one deserves that title except you,” Gamma Jaxon replied, his expression hardening.

Killian and his mother, along with the Pack members, had always held me in disdain for being a weak omega. They all believe that a person like me doesn’t deserve to be their Luna. I was too weak to hold that position.

On the other hand, the Pack Warriors don’t share the same opinion as them. They all held me in respect because of my fighting skills and the strength I have in combat.

They had always believed that I was rightful and deserving of the Luna position. I thought their opinions had changed since I left.

As a warrior, there’s nothing more we value than loyalty, and I had abandoned them without an explanation. I couldn’t believe that they still supported me until now.

It was a bitter irony — being both revered and scorned, cherished and resented. The lines of loyalty and affection blurred, leaving me caught in a web of conflicting emotions.