Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 371

Astrid’s POV

I stared at Rowena, my heart pounding in disbelief. My wolf stirred uneasily within me, sensing my anger, my sadness, my… disgust.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You have no remorse,” I said, my voice trembling, a mix of anger and sorrow. “After everything that happened.

After the pain you caused to Drystan and Nova. After taking someone’s mate, someone’s sister, you stand here and act as if it was just… business. Just a means to an end.”

Rowena’s cold, detached gaze met mine. “It wasn’t personal, Astrid. It was survival.

You have to understand—when you’re protecting what’s yours, you’ll do whatever it takes. Drystan would have taken everything from us.”

I took a step forward, my fists clenched, my wolf growling within me. “Do you even hear yourself? You didn’t just take everything from Drystan; you destroyed him.

You tore apart a bond stronger than anything in this world. Do you know what it feels like to lose your mate? To live every single day with half of your soul missing?”

Rowena’s lips thinned, but she didn’t respond.

“I’ve seen how much Nova grieved for Liora,” I continued, my voice rising. “I’ve seen Drystan bury himself in guilt and misery. And you… You just watched it happen, carrying this secret all these years like it was nothing.”

Killian stepped forward, his voice low and trembling with anger. “This is why you offered to help, isn’t it?

This is why you made that deal with us—to escape punishment. To escape the consequences of what you did.”

Rowena’s silence was damning.

Killian’s eyes darkened, his voice breaking as he spoke again. “You knew this would come out eventually, didn’t you? You knew that if Nova or Drystan ever discovered the truth, they wouldn’t stop until you paid for it.

So you came to us, made yourself indispensable, knowing we’d protect you because of Ryker, because of Elara. Because of me.”

I felt my breath catch as his words sunk in. It all made sense now—her sudden offer of help, her eagerness to align herself with us after years of animosity.

It wasn’t out of some newfound loyalty. It was self-preservation.

“You used us,” I said quietly, my voice cold and sharp. “You used your own son, your grandchildren, just to save yourself.

Do you have any idea what you’ve done? What this could do to our Packs? To our alliance?”

Rowena finally spoke, her tone unwavering. “What I did, I did for this Pack. For you, for Killian, for Ryker and Elara.

If Drystan had become Alpha, the Silvermoon Pack would have fallen apart. He didn’t have the strength to lead after Liora’s death.”

Killian’s voice was low, dangerous. “He didn’t have the strength because you took it from him. You killed the one person who made him whole.

Don’t stand here and justify this as some act of loyalty to the Pack. This was about power. Your power. Father’s power. Nothing more.”