Ch. 301..305: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 301-305

Chapter 301: Weight of Betrayal

Astrid's POV

Damien didn't have to say a word for Vanessa to understand everything. She could feel the uneasiness of his wolf through the mate bond.

They had been together for years, and Vanessa could easily read him like an open book.

The truth was out, hanging heavily in the air between them, but it was the betrayal that made her heart break.

Tears that Vanessa had been trying so desperately to hold back finally fell freely from her eyes. Her voice trembled, but there was no mistaking the anger behind it.

"How could you do this to me?!" she yelled, her voice shaking with fury and pain. "You deceived me, Damien! You played me for a fool! Why didn't you tell me the truth? Why didn't you tell me that Giselle was the mother of your child?"

The crowd stood frozen in shock, the weight of the revelations suffocating the room.

People exchanged glances, wide-eyed and speechless, not knowing how to process everything they had just learned.

No one had expected to hear such devastating secrets today.

I felt the heaviness in my own chest as I looked at Vanessa. I couldn't even begin to imagine the depth of her pain.

She had always hated Giselle, loathed her with every fiber of her being. And now, to find out that the child she had loved and cared for, the one she treated as her own, was the daughter of the woman she

despised - and worse, a child she had with her own husband - was a betrayal beyond comprehension. Damien and Giselle had made her look like a fool.

I swallowed hard, guilt creeping in. This wasn't how I wanted things to unfold.

I never meant for Vanessa to be humiliated like this, especially not in front of everyone.

Vanessa, born into a Beta family, had always carried herself with pride. She had never been humiliated before nor experienced any kind of suffering.

She has always been sheltered under her father's protection and now, the worst moment of her life was unraveling before the eyes of the public.

Damien stepped forward, his eyes filled with remorse. "Vanessa," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry... I never wanted this. I never meant to hurt you."

But Vanessa backed away from him, her eyes filled with betrayal. "Don't touch me!" she snapped, her

voice cracking. "You don't get to apologize now, Damien. Not after what you've done."

Damien's hands dropped to his sides upon hearing her words. The pain in her eyes was too much for him

to bear. "I didn't have a choice," he said, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to deceive you like this."

Vanessa's eyes narrowed, filled with disbelief. "No choice? You always had a choice, Damien. We've been together for years, you had all the chances to tell me the truth, but you never did. If you had told me the truth, I would have understand you better."

Damien's shoulders slumped as he absorbed the weight of Vanessa's words. Her pain, her betrayal-it was all his doing. His voice, thick with guilt, trembled as he spoke.

"I'm truly sorry, Vanessa," he whispered, his eyes pleading with her to understand, though he knew the damage was done.

"I know I can't undo what I've done, no matter how much I wish I could. If I could go back, I would do things differently. I would have told you the truth."

He took a tentative step toward her, his heart aching as he watched her retreat further, the distance between them growing not just physically, but emotionally.

"I was... I was overcome by my fear,"

he confessed his voice barely above a whisper "Fear of losing you. I thought told you the truth, it would destroy everything. I thought I was protecting us... but I see now I that all I was doing was making everything worse.

Vanessa's eyes softened, just for a fleeting moment, but her expression remained guarded, the pain still lingering beneath the surface. "Then why did you help Giselle deceive everyone?"

Her voice wavered slightly, filled with confusion and hurt. "I know Hazel is your daughter - that's why you took her - but why give her Ryker and let her continue on with her lies? Why did you do that?" Damien's guilt weighed him down, pulling his shoulders lower. His voice was barely more than a whisper. "Because if I didn't do as she wish, she would kill Hazel."

At the mention of her name, Giselle's body stiffened, her wide eyes locking on Damien. Her face turned pale, her confident facade shattered.

She stood frozen, unable to move or speak as the weight of the truth began to crash down.

Damien's gaze flicked to Giselle, and for a moment, it looked as though he were wrestling with whether or not to finally expose everything. But the time for secrets was over.

"I lost contact with Giselle after she left the Crimsonbane Pack," Damien began, his voice heavy with the burden of old memories.

"I thought I'd never see her again.

But we crossed paths when I came to visit Killian. That's when I found out she was pregnant - with my child," Damien continued talking as Killian and I listened in, eagento know the whole truth.

The crowd stirred, murmurs of shock spreading through the room, but Damien pressed on, his voice steady now, though filled with regret.

"I didn't know she and Killian had started dating," he continued, his eyes darkening with the memories

. "She had deceived him into believing he was the father of her child. I wanted to tell Killian the truth, but before I could, Giselle... she inflicted harm on herself. She nearly caused Hazel's death while she was still in the womb.'

 

Chapter 302: Fear and Disappointment

Astrid's POV

Killian took in a sharp intake of breath as if some realization had hit him. He doesn't know, but I've always known.

Giselle had always been crazy enough to pull such tricks. She pulled that trick herself in front of me just to push me out of the Pack.

I know that she is the type of person crazy enough to inflict harm on herself just to get what she wants. Damien's voice faltered, his guilt clear as he relived the moment. "That's when it all started. She threatened me, said if I didn't do what she wanted-if I didn't go along with her lies-she would kill my daughter. I was trapped."

He turned back to Vanessa, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I never wanted to deceive you. I did it because Giselle left me no choice. She was ruthless, and I knew she would follow through with her threats."

The room had fallen deathly silent. Giselle's pale face stood out in stark contrast to the accusations. Everyone was staring at her now, their disbelief turning into disgust.

The woman who had once carried herself with pride and power now looked small, her true nature finally laid bare.

The tension in the room became almost unbearable as Killian's eyes narrowed, his voice a low, controlled anger.

"So it was you," he said, turning his gaze on Damien. "It was you helping Giselle all along."

Damien's face went pale, shame washing over him as he stood exposed. His shoulders slumped under the weight of Killian's accusation, and he struggled to meet his friend's eyes.

"Killian, I—I didn't want to," he stammered, but the words felt empty. "She left me no choice." Killian's expression was a mix of hurt and disbelief. "I treated you like a brother, Damien," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I trusted you, not just as a friend, but as family. And this is how you repay me?" The silence that followed was deafening. Damien's eyes dropped to the floor, the guilt evident in every line of his face.

"I never wanted to betray you," he whispered. "But she threatened my daughter, and I was trapped. I thought-" he faltered, unable to finish the sentence.

Killian's eyes softened, a flicker of hurt crossing his face. "Don't you trust me enough, Damien?" he asked. "If you had told me, we could have solved things together. We could have protected your daughter. These lies wouldn't have had to go this far," he spoke, his voice carrying both disappointment and sorrow. Damien fell silent, his gaze dropping to the floor the weight of Killian's words settled over him.

The guilt clawed at his chest for each mistake that he made. He had so many chances, but he made his choices out of fear.

He had let down everyone who cared and trusted him. His mate who loved and accepted him, and Killian who treated him as his own brother.

Even his reason of betraying them for the sake of saving his daughter, would never be enough to justify his actions.

He realized with a sinking heart, that Killian and Vanessa would have helped him, would have fought for his daughter's safety if only he had confided in them.

Killian's jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his emotions. "And Ryker?" he asked, his voice cold and sharp. "Where did you get him, Ďamien? Tell me the truth."

The room seemed to hold its breath as the question hung in the air. For a moment, Damien froze, a flicker of something-recognition, fear, or perhaps regret-crossed his face.

His hands twitched at his sides, and he went pale, as if he had just seen a ghost.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the floor, turning to look directly at me. His eyes, filled with a mix of dread and something else I couldn't place, locked with mine.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart skipping a beat. The intensity of his stare was enough to send a chill down my spine.

What is it? What truth is he going to confess?

The silence was deafening, the tension building like a storm about to break. But just then a loud urgent voice interrupted us.

"Alpha! Alpha!" Beta Ryder yelled in urgency. His breath was ragged, his eyes wide with urgency as he pushed his way through the crowd.

Everyone's attention snapped to him, the intensity of the moment broken as he stumbled forward.

"I have something important to tell you," Beta Ryder tells Killian, noticing he interrupted something important.

Killian and Ryder's gaze connected

for a brief moment before a flash of recognition passed between them - a silent understanding as Ryder showed him a paper he has been holding in his hand.

Whatever that paper was, it must be important, it almost crumpled within Ryder's tight hold as if he is afraid he would lose it.

Beta Ryder was chasing his breath, and it took him a moment to steady himself.

Killian snatched the paper from Ryder's grip, the edges crumpling further under the pressure of his hold. The room fell into a hushed stillness as Killian's eyes dropped to the paper. He read it, and his expression shifted, the color draining from his face.

His hands tightened, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the words, unblinking.

For a heartbeat, he looked frozen, as if the world had crashed down on him, shattering everything he thought he knew.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling as I broke the silence, unable to bear the suspense a moment longer.

My eyes darted between Killian and Damien, my heart pounding in my chest.

I still hadn't heard Damien's answer about Ryker's real origins, and now there was this new piece of information, written on the paper that Killian was gripping so tightly.

Killian's eyes remained locked on the paper, his expression a mix of emotions-shock, disbelief, and something else that made my stomach twist.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to me, and I

could see the war of emotions

raging within him. His eyes were

bright, filled with both sorrow and a

flicker of hope, as if he was holding onto something he could barely believe.

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"It's a DNA test result," Killian finally said, his voice hoarse and unsteady. "It says.." He paused, his hand shaking as he held up the paper. "It says that you... you are Ryker's mother."

 

Chapter 303: Maternity Test

Astrid's

POV

The words seemed to hang in the air, and for a moment, I couldn't process them. My world spun as my eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat.

"What?" I whispered, feeling the weight of the truth settling over me, disbelief and confusion flooding my mind.

Killian's gaze softened, a mixture of happiness and deep sorrow etched into his features.

"It's true," he said, his voice cracking. "All this time, Ryker was yours... ours. I-I didn't know. I swear, I didn't know."

I stared at Killian, my mind reeling. His words echoed in my head, but they made no sense. My heart raced, and my vision blurred as confusion clawed at me.

"No... that can't be true," I whispered, shaking my head, my hands trembling at my sides. "I had a miscarriage. I lost my baby. I never even got the chance to give birth. How... how could Ryker be my son?"

The words felt impossible, and yet, deep down, a tiny spark of hope flickered inside me a hope I was afraid to acknowledge.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, wanting to believe, but terrified that if I leapt, I would fall into the same abyss of pain I had been in years ago.

It made no sense, and my heart ached with the confusion of it all.

I took a shaky breath, my mind and heart at war. "This is not a good joke, Killian. I lived for three years thinking that my son is dead. Don't play with me, Killian," I threatened him as I kept my overwhelming feelings at bay.

My son, my miscarriage, t has always been a sensitive topic for me. After the years that had passed, until now I still couldn't accept that I've lost him.

Avenging his death is even the reason why I'm here. I'm willing to do anything just to have my son back. I could feel the tears burning in my eyes, but I forced them back, unwilling to let myself be vulnerable to that hope, not after spending years convincing myself to move on.

I had to protect myself from the possibility of disappointment, from the pain that could break me all over again.

Killian's eyes softened, his gaze filled with a tenderness that only deepened the ache in my heart.

"This is a maternity test between you and Ryker," he said quietly, holding the paper out as if it carried both

a promise and a burden. "I did a DNA test behind your back. I had to know."

"What?" I breathed out, my voice a mix of shock and confusion. "Why would you do that? Why would you even suspect that I'm Ryker's mother?"

He sighed, a mixture of regret and something deeper - something that looked like hope.

"After I received the negative maternity test between Giselle and Ryker, something in me... something just wouldn't let it go," Killian answered, unable to fully put himself out there.

"Why me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you think I could be his mother?" "Hope," he answered, his voice raw and filled with emotion.

"I've always hoped that, somehow,

there was still hope for us. I know

K

I've lost all my chances when L married Giselle and made her my Luna. If I'm going to have a chance then," Killian paused.

He swallowed hard before he proceeded again. "I know it sounds crazy, but I had to try. I couldn't stop thinking... what if? What if there was a chance that Ryker was ours?"

His words hit me hard, and my heart clenched. "And it was positive?" I asked, my voice trembling as I struggled to process everything. "The test... I came back positive?"

Killian nodded, his eyes meeting mine, unflinching. "Yes, it did. And DNA tests don't lie. Ryker is your son." He paused, taking a breath. "He's ours."

I felt the world spin as the reality of his words settled in. Ryker was my son. The child I thought I had lost, the one I had mourned for, was alive.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I

couldn't hold them back any longer.

The emotions I had tried so hard

suppress for years crashed over me-relief, joy, fear, and an overwhelming sense of loss for all the time that had slipped away.

"How is this possible?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "How could he be alive when they told me..." My words faltered as a realization struck me- Damien still hadn't answered the question about where he got Ryker.

Slowly, Killian and I both turned to him, our eyes locking onto his, waiting for the truth we had been denied for so long.

Damien's shoulders slumped as he faced us, the weight of years of lies and guilt etched deeply into his features.

Yet, despite the regret in his eyes, there was also a glimmer of something else— relief, and maybe even

a hint of happiness. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself before he spoke.

"You deserve to know everything," he began, his voice thick with emotion.

"And you deserve the truth after all these years. He paused, his gaze shifting between Killian and me, and I could see the sadness and remorse written all over his face. "You never had a miscarriage Your

In

son survived."

I felt my breath catch, my hands clenching at my sides as I fought to process his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Damien exhaled, the guilt almost tangible in his expression. "It wasn't a miscarriage, Ryker was only born prematurely and I used my power to bribe and threaten the doctors to lie to you."

His words felt like a physical blow, and my entire body went cold. The room seemed to tilt, my vision blurring as the truth hit me.

I had spent years grieving, believing my child was gone, and all this time, it had been a lie.

 

Chapter 304: Justice

Astrid's POV

My legs wobbled, and I felt myself collapsing under the weight of the revelation. But before I could hit the ground, Killian's arms wrapped around me, steady and strong.

He pulled me close, catching me as I broke down. "I've got you," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing against my ear. "I've got you."

I buried my face in his shoulder, the tears spilling out uncontrollably as the emotions I had suppressed for so long came crashing down.

He held me tightly, his embrace warm and secure as my sobs wracked my body. All the years of pain, the longing, the grief-it all poured out of me, and I couldn't stop.

Killian's hand moved in slow circles on my back, his touch gentle and comforting.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Cry if you need to. I'm here."

I clung to him, the warmth of his body grounding me as the storm of emotions raged inside.

I could feel the strength in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine, and for the first time in so long, I felt safe.

I let myself cry, my tears soaking into his shirt as he continued to hold me, whispering words of comfort.

But as I quieted, another emotion stirred within me a burning hatred. The revelation of Giselle's lies

struck like a dagger, and all the pieces of my shattered past fell into place.

The years I spent aching, longing for Ryker, all because of her. She was the reason I never got to hold my son when he was a baby, never saw his first steps or heard his first words.

Every memory I could have made, every moment of happiness I was denied it was all because of her.

I was mourning for my son who was alive all this time.

I pulled back from Killian, wiping the tears away as my gaze locked onto Giselle.

My body trembled, not from fear, but from the loathing that surged through me. She had stolen everything from me. The life I could have had with Ryker-full of joy, laughter, and love-had been ripped away, replaced with an unending nightmare. All because of her greed, her manipulations.

I stepped forward, ready to make her pay for everything she had done, but Killian's grip on me tightened when he noticed what I was about to do.

He stared into my eyes his own anger mirroring mine. "She will pay for this," he growled, his voice a cold promise. "Giselle's lies, her manipulation... it ends now."

He raised his head, eyes like steel as he commanded the guards. "Take her to the dungeons. Giselle is to be arrested immediately."

The guards advanced, but Giselle's eyes darted wildly, panic evident as she realized her fate.

"No!" she shrieked. "You can't do this! I am the Luna!"

She fought against their hold, her voice shrill as she invoked her title, desperately clinging to the last shred of power she thought she had. "I am your Luna! You have no right="

Killian's voice cut through her screams, cold and unforgiving. "Enough!" he roared. "The truth is out, Giselle. You have no power here anymore. You lied, you manipulated, and you betrayed us all. Don't expect to walk away from this unpunished."

She continued to struggle, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. "You have no proof!" she cried, her voice tinged with hysteria as she thrashed against the guards.

But Killian's glare was as cold as ice. "There is no doubt of your guilt. You've done enough damage, and it's time you face the consequences."

As the guards began to drag her away, she fought with a wild desperation, her voice rising in a shrill, unhinged scream. "This isn't over! You'll regret this!"

Giselle's eyes bore into mine, her glare filled with a manic rage that promised retribution.

It wasn't just a threat - it was a vow, a twisted promise that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

The intensity of her hatred felt like a claw wrapping around my heart, tightening with every step she was dragged further away.

Her voice cracked, rising to a near-screech as she struggled against the guards, her hands clawing at the air as if she could reach me.

"I'll make you pay!" she screamed endlessly, her words echoing like a curse.

Even as they pulled her out of the crowd, the crazed fury in her eyes never wavered.

It felt as if her presence lingered long after she was gone, a dark cloud threatening to smother any sense of relief.

Killian's grip on my hand tightened, pulling me out of the trance her threats had put me in.

His eyes, fierce and unyielding, met

mine as he spoke, his voice steady and reassuring. "She'll get the punishment she deserves," he

promised, the edge of his anger net

sharpening his tone. "And I swear to you, no one will hurt you or Ryker again. This ends here. I won't let anyone take away what's ours ever again."

That's right... I also won't let anyone hurt Ryker or take him away from me again. I won't let Giselle harm me and ruin my life again.

Giselle's life is doomed. The truth is out and her words earlier are nothing but empty threats.

I nodded, the tears drying on my cheeks as I held on to the hope he offered,

Finally, she would be held accountable for her actions.

All those lost years, the time stolen from me and Ryker-it couldn't be undone, but at least justice was being served.

Killian's hand squeezed mine, his expression unyielding as he spoke the words I had longed to hear.

"Put your eyes on her and make sure that she remains in the dungeons until I decide her fate," Killian spoke to the guards. "Add extra guards to watch her. This time, I won't let Giselle escape the punishment that she deserves."

 

 

Chapter 305: Reunion

Astrid's

POV

I sat by Ryker's bed, my eyes tracing the soft rise and fall of his small chest as he slept.

The room was dim, the only light filtering through the cracks in the curtains, casting a gentle glow over his peaceful face.

I still couldn't believe it - Ryker was my son. My own son. For years I thought I have completely lost him, but now he's here completely safe in front of me.

I bit my lower lip as tears welled in my eyes. Oh how I wanted to reach out to him right now, to hug and hold him in my arms and to tell him the truth, that I am his real mother.

At the same time, I also felt afraid on how he was going to react on finding out that I am his real mother. I am terrified to receive his rejection. I don't know how I'm going to react if he refuses to accept me as his mother.

We have been separated for years and all I want is to have him and to be able to act as his mother. I can't wait another more year for him to accept me to have him right in front of me, but still beyond my fingertips.

I raised my hand tempted to reach out to him, but I could only force myself to stay still and not to touch him.

Ryker had a scare earlier. It was by complete chance that I happened to see him at the forest before the rogues could reach the area.

Killian, Damien and I had already anticipated the rogue attack and had prepared how we were going to face them.

We already came up with a plan and had our own roles to fulfill.

Killian and Damien were in charge of leading the warriors to fight against the rogues and corner them, while my job was to check the Pack borders with my own team to make sure that no one was left outside and that everyone was safe in the Pack grounds.

Until now, I still had no idea how Ryker ended up at the forest, far from where he should have been.

I couldn't even quite believe it when I saw him out there.

Looking back, I felt repulsed by the vicious thoughts that I had when I saw him. Back then, I was tempted to leave him there instead of saving him.

I was blinded by rage, so desperate to avenge the son I believed I had lost. All I could think about was making Giselle feel the same pain she inflicted on me - the unbearable grief of losing a child.

I even had the most sickening thought that it was the heavens helping me. They have seen how much I suffered and they were willing to bring justice for me.

At that time, I really believed that Ryker is Giselle's child, now that I knew the truth, guilt clawed at me and I felt like a monster.

Even though I still chose to save Ryker in the end, those thoughts that I had continued to haunt me.

If I had made that evil decision, I would have had my own son's blood in my hands.

I pulled out the smooth heart shaped rock that Ryker had given me and stared at it. I rubbed my thumb over it, feeling the smooth surface as I thought of how nice he is.

The only thing that stopped me from abandoning him at that forest was the kindness that he showed me. Giselle might be the most vile person I ever met, but I knew for a fact that Ryker wasn't anything like her.

This rock that Ryker gave me was a symbol of the trust that he gives me. He trusts me, and on top of that, he also grew fond of me in a short time

we had just been together ent

For a child like him, it was rare for him to get attached to someone. I just couldn't bring myself to abandon

him there even at the thought of avenging my own son.

I was angry at myself for being

attached to my enemy's son. At that

time, I knew Ryker wasn't anything not my own son, but for some

reason he just became like a son to me

I couldn't understand it back then, but now... It explained everything - why I always felt an inexplicable pull towards him, a connection that went beyond words.

And now, I knew that connection was the bond between a mother and her child, one that couldn't be denied even after all these years.

The truth that Ryker is my son felt both overwhelming and liberating, filling the emptiness I had carried for years.

I raised my hand tempted to reach out to him, but I could only force myself to stay still and not to touch him.

and also there was

I felt a burning urge to reach out, to pull him into my arms and hold him close, but I didn't want to wake him and scare him.

I could only watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest in each breath he took as he slept peacefully.

This is the first time I ever had the

chance to watch him sleep. It was a reminder of everything I had missed. His first steps, watching him

—

growing up moments stolen from me because of Giselle's lies.