Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 339

Asha’s POV

I staggered back, shaking my head in disbelief. “That’s not true. That can’t be true,” I mumbled as if I was just trying to convince myself.

“I was left with no choice, Asha. Your mother—Luna Jamaica—was my brother’s mate.

He was the rightful Alpha. But when he died, the Pack needed a leader. And I… I was the only option.

I was forced to marry her to maintain stability. To keep this Pack from falling apart.”

My father’s eyes turned red as he tried his best to hold back his tears. My heart wrenched as I feel for his pain. This is the first time I ever saw my father look so vulnerable.

“I gave up everything. My mate. My happiness. My future. I gave it all away for this Pack, for a life I never wanted. And every day since, I have lived with that choice. With the weight of betraying my mate, of turning my back on the only woman I ever loved.”

I stared at him, my body trembling as the truth settled over me like a suffocating blanket.

Everything I had believed, everything I had built my life on — it wasn’t mine. It had never been mine.

Astrid… she was his true child, his legitimate heir. Not me. Not Andros.

I felt like a thief, a fraud who had stolen everything that should have been hers.

“I—” My voice cracked, the shame and guilt tightening around my throat like a noose.

What could I even say? What was there to say after everything I had just heard?

Before I could even form another thought, a voice, cold and cutting, sliced through the silence.

“So that’s the truth, huh?”

My head snapped toward the doorway, and there she stood. Astrid. Her hands were curled into fists at her side, her eyes blazing with anger and something else — something deeper. Hurt. Betrayal.

Her presence hit me like a physical blow. How long had she been standing there? How much had she heard?

“Astrid,” my father said, his voice heavy with emotion, but she silenced him with a sharp glare.

“Don’t,” she snapped, her tone dripping with venom. “Don’t even start,” she spat out. Her voice was laced with so much bitterness that it made my chest ache.

“You’ve been lying to me my entire life,” Astrid continued, stepping into the room with slow, deliberate movements.

“I thought I was nothing. I thought my mother was the mistress, that I was born as a mistake, that I didn’t belong.

And all this time… all this time, I was your daughter. Your legitimate daughter.” Her voice wavered, but the fury in her eyes didn’t falter.

“Astrid, please,” Father began, his voice cracking. He took a step toward her, but she held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.