Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 306

Astrid’s POV

I gently shut the door to Ryker's bedroom, the soft click echoing in the silence of the hallway.

My heart felt heavy, an ache deep in my chest that I couldn’t quite shake. I paused for a moment, resting my forehead against the door, and closed my eyes.

It was overwhelming — seeing him there, knowing he was mine, and yet feeling like I was still a world away from him.

Just as I took a step to leave, I heard my name. “Astrid.”

My body stiffened, and I bit my lower lip, wiping away the stray tears that clung to my cheeks.

I straightened up, my face smoothing into a mask of indifference as I slowly turned around to face him.

Killian stood a few feet away, his eyes soft and unreadable, but I could sense his caution.

I forced myself to meet his gaze without flinching, willing my voice to stay steady.

“What is it?” I asked, my tone even but detached.

He stepped closer, his expression gentle, his voice a low murmur as he spoke. "The pack is secure now. The rogues have been dealt with." His tone was calm, meant to lift the weight I carried, as if he sensed the turmoil within me.

It had been my responsibility to take a final check around the borders as the pack’s general, to ensure everyone’s safety.

But how could I have focused on my duties when the son I thought I had lost forever was alive and right here, under this very roof?

The moment I found out the truth, everything else slipped from my mind, and I ran straight to Ryker’s room, forgetting everything else.

"Thank you for handling it," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

Killian gave a soft nod. “The preparations we made... they worked well. No one was harmed.”

I nodded, but my gaze drifted away from him. “Good,” I murmured.

I knew I should have felt relief, maybe even pride that our planning had succeeded, that the pack was safe. But all I felt was a bone-deep exhaustion—both physical and emotional. “That’s... good.”

Killian’s eyes stayed on me, his gaze lingering like he wanted to say more, to bridge the distance between us. “It’s been a long day. You should rest.”

“What about the guests?” I asked, my voice steadying.

“Some of them were worried the rogues might return, so they decided to head back to their packs. Others have chosen to stay, but everyone is in their rooms now.” he paused.