Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 285

Drystan’s POV

I slammed the brakes, the tires screeching as the car jolted to a violent stop in the middle of the empty road.

The sudden silence felt deafening, as though the world had paused just to witness my breakdown.

My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, but this time it wasn’t the rage that fueled me.

It wasn’t the blinding, red-hot anger that had consumed me minutes ago. It was something far heavier, something I couldn’t escape from — guilt.

My hands shook, trembling uncontrollably, but not because I was furious. The fire that had raged within me had burned out, leaving only ashes of regret.

I had been so obsessed with my own pain, my own selfish desire, that I’d failed to see the damage I was leaving in my wake. I had been blind — willfully blind — to the hurt I was causing.

I let out a long, shaky breath, my chest tight as I leaned back into the seat.

My head fell against the headrest, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out the crushing weight of the truth. But it was there, looming over me, undeniable.

When I opened my eyes, I stared up at the dark sky. The stars were hidden, suffocated behind thick clouds, as if they were refusing to witness my downfall.

And for the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt just as lost as they were.

Nova deserved better. Better than the selfish man I had become. I had been no different from Killian. He had taken Astrid for granted, and now I was doing the same with Nova.

But I wouldn’t be like him. I couldn’t be like him.

I wasn’t going to let this end the same way. Nova deserved more than just an empty apology or hollow words. She deserved the truth — deserved to know that I saw the damage I had caused.

Whether she forgave me or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that I would own up to my mistakes.

I would face her, and I would tell her the truth — that I had hurt her, that I had been selfish, that I had taken her for granted. And I would accept whatever decision she made, even if it meant losing her forever.

If that was the price I had to pay. It was the least I could do.

I let out another breath, this time more steady. The guilt didn’t fade, but there was clarity now — clarity in the storm of emotions that had clouded my mind for so long.

I couldn’t undo the past, but I could take responsibility for it. I could make things right, even if it was too late to fix everything.

I wasn’t going to run away from this. Not anymore.

With renewed determination, I shifted the car into gear, the engine roaring back to life as I turned the wheel and headed back home, hoping that she’d still be there waiting for me.

I pushed the gas pedal down hard, the engine roaring beneath me as the car surged forward.

The road stretched out endlessly, winding through the trees like a shadowy ribbon, but I barely noticed.

I needed to get to Silvermoon. Needed to see Nova. Needed to make this right.