Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 35: The Rogue King’s True Intentions

Astrid’s POV

The fire crackled softly in the middle of our camp, its flickering light casting long shadows across the weary faces gathered around it.

Rowena sat apart from the others, her posture poised despite the shackles around her wrists.

Her silver hair, neat and immaculate, caught the firelight, and her eyes—sharp, calculating—watched us with the kind of patience that only came with age and experience.

Killian stood to her right, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He hadn’t said much since we brought her back, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.

His mother, the woman who had caused so much pain, was now our reluctant informant.

Drystan paced nearby, his claws flexing as he glared at Rowena. Nova sat stiffly beside me, her hand gripping her knee as if to keep her emotions in check.

Andros leaned against a tree on the far side of the clearing, his presence like a dark shadow, a reminder of the betrayal that had fractured our family.

“You’ve told us what the Amulet does,” Killian said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was low, controlled. “Now tell us how to stop it.”

Rowena raised an eyebrow, her expression calm. “You think you can just ‘stop’ it? This isn’t a simple weapon, Killian. The Amulet is a relic older than any of us, tied to bonds stronger than any of us can fully understand.”

Her voice was soft, but there was an edge to it—a quiet authority that demanded attention. She wasn’t mocking us, but neither was she rushing to give us what we wanted.

Drystan growled, his wolf barely contained. “Enough riddles, Rowena. If you know how to stop it, you’d better start talking.”

She turned her gaze to him, her expression almost maternal. “You’re quick to anger, as always,” she said, her tone even. “That’s why you’ll never see the bigger picture.”

“Try me,” Drystan snapped.

Rowena sighed, the kind of exasperation that only an elder could convey. “The Amulet wasn’t just made to suppress Almega abilities. It was created to sever Pack bonds permanently.

The Rogue King doesn’t just want to weaken you—he wants to destroy the very thing that makes you strong. Without those bonds, wolves become nothing more than rogues, isolated and powerless.”

A heavy silence followed her words, the weight of her revelation pressing down on all of us.

Nova’s voice was sharp when she finally spoke. “If that’s true, then how do we destroy it?”

Rowena tilted her head, studying Nova with a faint smile. “Destroy it? My dear, do you even know what you’re asking?

The Amulet is tied to a bloodline—its creator’s bloodline. Only someone from that line can sever its power. And even then, the cost is… significant.”

I stiffened, my heart sinking. “What cost?”

Rowena’s gaze shifted to me, her eyes softening just slightly. “A bond must be severed,” she said quietly. “Permanently. The person destroying the Amulet must give up their connection to their Pack—to their wolf.”