Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 305

Astrid’s POV

I sat by Ryker’s bed, my eyes tracing the soft rise and fall of his small chest as he slept.

The room was dim, the only light filtering through the cracks in the curtains, casting a gentle glow over his peaceful face.

I still couldn’t believe it — Ryker was my son. My own son. For years I thought I have completely lost him, but now he’s here completely safe in front of me.

I bit my lower lip as tears welled in my eyes. Oh how I wanted to reach out to him right now, to hug and hold him in my arms and to tell him the truth, that I am his real mother.

At the same time, I also felt afraid on how he was going to react on finding out that I am his real mother. I am terrified to receive his rejection. I don’t know how I’m going to react if he refuses to accept me as his mother.

We have been separated for years and all I want is to have him and to be able to act as his mother. I can’t wait another more year for him to accept me — to have him right in front of me, but still beyond my fingertips.

I raised my hand tempted to reach out to him, but I could only force myself to stay still and not to touch him.

Ryker had a scare earlier. It was by complete chance that I happened to see him at the forest before the rogues could reach the area.

Killian, Damien and I had already anticipated the rogue attack and had prepared how we were going to face them.

We already came up with a plan and had our own roles to fulfill.

Killian and Damien were in charge of leading the warriors to fight against the rogues and corner them, while my job was to check the Pack borders with my own team to make sure that no one was left outside and that everyone was safe in the Pack grounds.

Until now, I still had no idea how Ryker ended up at the forest, far from where he should have been.

I couldn’t even quite believe it when I saw him out there.

Looking back, I felt repulsed by the vicious thoughts that I had when I saw him. Back then, I was tempted to leave him there instead of saving him.

I was blinded by rage, so desperate to avenge the son I believed I had lost. All I could think about was making Giselle feel the same pain she inflicted on me — the unbearable grief of losing a child.

I even had the most sickening thought that it was the heavens helping me. They have seen how much I suffered and they were willing to bring justice for me.