Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 347

Asha’s POV

The air was thick with grief, but Astrid’s accusatory words cut through the silence like a blade.

I knelt beside Father’s lifeless body, tears blurring my vision. My trembling fingers clutched his cold hand, my mind struggling to process what Astrid was implying.

Betrayal? From Andros?

I glanced at my brother. His face was tight with a mix of anger and hurt, his posture rigid under Astrid’s scrutiny.

He looked calm, yet something about his demeanor felt off. It wasn’t guilt—it was more like a defense mechanism, a mask he wore too well.

Then it hit me—a memory. A vivid flash of a conversation I had overheard just a few days ago.

How could I ever forget that unfamiliar stranger and the suspicious conversation that they had.

At that time I didn’t think much of it, but as I remembered the details, I start to wonder if it was all connected to what happened to us.

The date and the time that was mentioned, it all corresponds to the rogue attack. The timing is too perfect to be a coincidence.

I stiffened, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Could it be? Was Andros behind all of this?

I looked back at him, my gaze darting between him and Astrid, who stood resolutely, her accusations relentless.

I couldn’t speak, deep inside I know that my brother would never do such thing, but Astrid’s questions and the conversation that I overhead… I just want to hear my brother’s answers.

And then Andros pulled out the book and recognition flashed on Astrid’s eyes, her anger turning into fear.

“This is the reason why father died,” Andros declared, his voice steady but sharp like a blade.

He turned the book slightly, displaying it for both Astrid and me to see. “This is why the rogues attacked. Why they targeted him.”

My brows knitted together. I couldn’t understand. The book was ancient, its cover cracked and faded, like something had been left forgotten for decades. What could possibly be so important about it?

“What do you mean?” I asked hesitantly, my voice trembling as I tried to understand his accusation.

Andros’s eyes narrowed, his expression darkening as he pointed an accusing finger at Astrid. It’s all because of her. Because she’s a monster. An Almega.”He spat the word as though it were poison.

I blinked when I heard the unfamiliar term he spoke. “An Almega? What… what are you talking about?

“A monster,” Andros hissed, his eyes blazing . “Astrid is a monster. She’s a dangerous creature who is destined to kill all of us someday. This book contains all the truth about her, that’s why father risked his life to protect this book.”

My gaze shifted to Astrid. Her face had paled, her lips trembling slightly, but she didn’t deny it.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not possible. How could you believe what this old book says? There’s no such things as a monster.”

“It is true!” Andros snapped, cutting me off. “She and father has been keeping it as a secret from both of us all along. She is the reason why Father is dead. He risked everything to hide this secret, and the rogues came for it. They came for her!”