Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 362

Astrid’s POV

The council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices, Pack leaders debating strategies and plans.

I sat at the head of the table beside Killian, my hands resting on the smooth oak surface.

The tension in the room was palpable—every attack, every loss, had brought us closer to the realization that this wasn’t a rogue problem.

It was something far more calculated.

Killian shifted beside me, his jaw tight, his body radiating barely contained frustration.

He hated these meetings. So did I. But this time, they were necessary.

The rogues weren’t just targeting the outposts; they were playing a long game, and we needed to figure out the rules.

Just as I was about to speak, the heavy doors to the chamber creaked open.

Every voice silenced, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily as the figure stepped inside.

Killian’s mother.

Her entrance was calculated, her steps deliberate as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

She carried herself with the regal air of a woman who had once been Luna, even though she’d long since lost that title.

The years hadn’t softened her; if anything, they’d sharpened her edges.

“Mother,” Killian said, his voice clipped, his tone barely masking his irritation. “What are you doing here?”

If there was someone else to be blamed on why Killian and I’s relationship ended before, it would be her.

Killian’s mother hated me for being born as omega. She made sure that every day I felt just how much hate she had towards me.

She brainwashed Killian, he fed him with lies and badmouthed me which is one of the reasons why Killian disliked me even more when we were married.

It was also her who helped Giselle to become the Luna, helping her with all of her lies.

Ever since Giselle was exposed, the relationship between the mother and son had changed, it was no longer as good as before.

Rowena, Killian’s mother, stopped a few feet from the table, her gaze sweeping over the gathered leaders before landing on Killian.

“I came to offer my help,” she said, her voice smooth and unyielding.

The tension in the room spiked, and I saw the flicker of doubt and distrust on the faces around us.

Everyone knew about the history.

“Help?” Killian’s tone was cold. “Why would we need your help?”

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Because you’re dealing with rogues, and I have information that could be useful. Or would you rather continue fighting blindly?”

The room fell silent, all eyes on Killian. I could feel his anger simmering beside me, but he was holding it in check. Barely.