Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 440

Killian’s POV

The night smelled like blood and fire.

I couldn’t stop moving.

Every rogue in my path fell before they even had a chance to react. I didn’t feel them fall. Didn’t care.

Because she was here.

Astrid.

And I would burn this entire place to the ground to get her and Elara back.

"Killian! We need to push back toward the main entrance!" Ryder shouted over the chaos.

"Then do it," I snarled, my claws slashing through another rogue’s throat. "I'm getting Astrid."

The camp was collapsing around us, rogues scattering in terror. But I didn’t care about them.

I cared about one thing.

I slammed through the wooden doors, my wolf roaring inside of me, scenting her immediately.

Astrid’s POV

The walls shook.

The sounds of battle grew louder, closer.

I knew what that meant.

Killian was here.

I forced myself to remain still, though my wrists ached from where they had been tied.

The rogues had been restless since nightfall. They hadn’t expected an attack so soon. Hadn’t expected Killian to find me.

They had underestimated him.

The cell door slammed open.

Golden eyes.

A blur of rage and power.

"Killian," I breathed.

The rogue beside me barely had time to react before Killian was on him.

The fight was over before it started.

I had seen Killian fight before, but this—this was different.

This was a mate unhinged.

The rogue’s body crumpled, lifeless. Then Killian was in front of me.

His hands gripped my face, his golden eyes scanning every inch of me.

"Astrid," he rasped. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head. "No. But—"

A scream.

Elara.

Killian’s POV

Astrid was gone before I could stop her.

I barely kept up as she tore through the corridors, following the sound of our daughter’s screams.

We turned a corner—and stopped.

At the far end of the room, Elara stood frozen in terror.

And beside her, holding a dagger to her tiny throat—

The Rogue King.

Astrid’s POV

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

All I could see was my daughter, standing in the grasp of the most monstrous man I had ever faced.

Ardan’s lips curled, amused. "Ah, there you are," he mused. "I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come."

Elara whimpered, her body trembling violently.

"Let her go," I said, my voice deadly calm.

He tilted his head. "Let her go?" he echoed, almost laughing. "Oh, Astrid. I didn’t take her to keep her. I took her to break you."