Ch. 341..345: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 341-345

Chapter 341: Under Attack

Astrid's POV

The moon hung high in the sky, its cold light spilling into the quiet room.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase before me.

My hands shook as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn't untangle.

I was my father's legitimate daughter.

The truth had unraveled everything I thought I knew about myself. For years, I'd believed I was nothing - a mistake, a stain on his perfect image.

I'd told myself I didn't belong, that I would never be worthy and that I was just a trouble to their perfect family.

And now, knowing it was all a lie... it left me hollow.

He'd hidden the truth from me. From all of us. I wasn't sure what hurt more- the truth itself, or the years of deception.

I clenched a shirt in my fists, my breath trembling as I fought to steady it.

This doesn't change anything. I couldn't let it.

He might have been my father by blood, but he had never been a father to me. That bond had been broken long before I even knew it existed.

I need to leave.

I shoved the last of my belongings into the bag and zipped it shut. I wouldn't stay here, drowning in the lies and memories.

I'd find my own way, my own cure, without relying on him or anyone else. I owed it to myself to reclaim my life.

The plan was simple. Slip out under the cover of darkness, disappear without a word.

No farewells, no explanations. I couldn't bear another confrontation — not after everything that had happened.

Just as I slung the bag over my shoulder, the silence shattered. The Pack alarm blared, sharp and unrelenting, four piercing notes cutting through the night. My blood froze.

Four rings.

The Pack was under attack.

How? Who would dare to attack the Shadowfang Pack?

I dropped the bag instinctively, my body moving before my mind could catch up.

Heart hammering, I sprinted out of the room and down the hall, my feet pounding against the floor as I rushed to the Pack grounds.

Warriors were gathering, their movements swift and purposeful, their expressions steeled.

As I turned a corner, I nearly collided with him.

Alpha Theron.

Beside him stood Asha, her face pale with worry. For a brief moment, our eyes

met, and I saw the same anguish reflected in her gaze that I felt deep within. But I couldn't stop now.

"Astrid!" Alpha Theron's voice boomed over the chaos, commanding and desperate.

I didn't reply. I didn't even slow down.

"Astrid, please!" His voice cracked, raw and desperate. But I didn't look back.

I hated him—for everything he had done. For abandoning me and my mother, for choosing duty over family, and for deceiving me again even after we'd met.

He had stolen my sense of belonging and warped my identity with lies.

I tightened my jaw, forcing the emotions to the back of my mind, and focused on the path ahead.

Weaving through the warriors and guards rushing into position, I felt the weight of my responsibility press down on me.

I can't just leave them to fight the rogues alone. Not as a warrior. Not as a general.

This was fate, wasn't it? The Moon Goddess forcing me to confront my past one last time before I left it behind for good.

Fine. I'd defend this Pack, fight alongside them, and protect their lives like I always had. After this, they'd owe me nothing - and I'd owe them nothing in return.

Once this was over, I'd disappear for good.

As I reached the front lines, the tension in the air was palpable. Warriors moved

with sharp efficiency, their faces set with determination.

Among them stood Andros, commanding the scene with a calm authority that masked the chaos.

I made my way toward him, intending to offer my help. But before I could speak, a warrior rushed to his side, urgency etched into every line of his face.

"Sir Andros," the warrior said, his voice tight. "The rogues have breached our borders. They're infiltrating fast. I don't know how they got past our security measures."

Andros's jaw clenched. "How close are they?"

"They're already within the inner perimeter," the warrior replied grimly. "At this rate; it won't take them long to reach the Packhouse. Sir, we're in serious danger. I suggest evacuating Alpha Theron and Lady Asha immediately."

Andros's eyes darkened with resolve. "We're not running," he said firmly. "The rogues won't defeat us so easily. I'll lead the army myself and deal with them."

I stepped forward, cutting through

the tension. "Let me handle the army," said, my voice steady but commanding. "You should take a few warriors and evacuate Alpha Theron and Asha to safety

Andros turned to me, his expression hard. "No, Astrid. I'm not abandoning the

Pack."

"Then at least let Asha handle the evacuation while I stay here," I pressed.

"No," he snapped, his tone leaving no room for debate. "You're not taking this fight alone, Astrid."

I took a step closer, meeting his gaze head-on. "You're the crown prince, Andros. Your safety is just important as Alpha Theron's. If something happens to both of you, the Rack will fall apart. Don't be reckless."

The warriors around us murmured their agreement, their eyes shifting to Andros expectantly.

The weight of my words - and their support - seemed to sink in.

After a long, tense pause, Andros exhaled sharply and nodded. "Fine," he said

reluctantly.

He turned to Asha. "Take Father and go to the safehouse. Take three warriors with

you and make sure nothing happens to him."

"And you?" Asha asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I'll catch up," he said firmly, his eyes flicking to me. "Go."

As they turned to leave, I stepped forward, rolling my shoulders and preparing

myself for the battle ahead.

 

 

Chapter 342: Evacuate

Asha's POV

The chaos outside the Packhouse was deafening, the shouts of warriors mixing with the blaring alarms.

My heart pounded in my chest as I rushed to find my father. Three warriors trailed closely behind me, their presence both reassuring and a reminder of how grave the situation was.

When I found him in the main hall, his expression was a mix of concern and focus.

The weight of leadership never left his shoulders, even now, as danger closed in on us.

"Father," I called, my voice firm but urgent. "The rogues have breached the borders. Andros sent me to evacuate you. We have to leave now."

His brows furrowed deeply, his gaze shifting toward the window where the faint glow of fires could be seen in the distance.

"How could this be? How could they get past the security measures so fast? We have the most advanced technology. How could the rogues enter our perimeters just like that?" My father echoed the same questions that I had, but there was no time to think.

"The rogues wouldn't have the courage to attack us if they didn't have a plan," I replied.

"Where is Andros?"

"He's leading the warriors. Astrid insisted he leave with us, but you know him. He wouldn't. He's determined to fight," I said quickly, trying to mask the knot of worry in my stomach. "Father, please. We don't have time to waste."

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Alright. Let's go."

I led him out of the Packhouse, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.

The warriors flanked us protectively, their weapons drawn and ready. My feet moved quickly, but my mind raced even faster.

When we reached the edge of the Packhouse grounds, my father suddenly stopped.

"Wait," he said, his tone sharp. He turned back toward the building, his expression hardening.

"Father, what are you doing?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.

"I need to go back," he said, already taking a step toward the Packhouse.

"What?" I grabbed his arm, stopping him. "We can't go back. We had to leave! The rogues would be coming soon!"

He turned to me, his eyes serious. "I left something in my office. Something that cannot fall into the hands of the rogues. It's too important."

"What could possibly be worth the risk?" I demanded, my grip tightening on his arm. “Just leave it. Your safety is more important!"

His gaze softened briefly, but the determination in his voice didn't waver. "Asha, this isn't just about me. If they get what I left behind, it will jeopardize everything."

My breath hitched, my resolve faltering as his words sank in. What could he have left behind that was so crucial?

I didn't want to let him go, but I also knew I couldn't stop him.

“Fine,” I said reluctantly, my voice trembling. "But I'm staying here. We'll wait for you, right here, and we're not leaving without you."

He hesitated, as if weighing my words, then nodded. "Alright. Stay hidden and don't move. I'll be quick."

“Be careful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, he turned and sprinted back toward the Packhouse. I watched him go, my chest tightening with every step he took away from me.

"We wait here," I told the warriors firmly, even as my gut twisted with unease.

"Lady Asha, I think it would be best if you could go first. I'll take care of Alpha Theron," one of the warriors suggested cautiously, his eyes scanning the darkened treeline as if expecting an ambush.

"I'm not going to leave without my father," I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended.

The warrior flinched, and an uneasy silence fell over the group.

My chestheaved as I tried to keep my emotions in check. The thought of leaving

him behind twisted like a knife in my gut.

I knew the rogues were closing in, but abandoning Father wasn't an option.

"Asha?"

The familiar voice made me whirl around. Andros strode toward us, his face dark with concern and frustration.

He was flanked by a small group of warriors, their weapons drawn and ready.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his sharp gaze flicking over the group before landing on me. "Why are you still here? You're supposed to be evacuating."

"And where's Father?" His tone grew even more urgent as he scanned the area.

I swallowed hard, struggling to keep

my voice steady. "He... he remembered something he left behind in the Packhouse. Something important. He said it couldn't fall into the hands of the rogues, so he went back to get it."

"What?" Andros's expression darkened further.

He turned sharply to the Packhouse, his jaw tightening as he processed my words. "You know going back is dangerous. The rogues would target

the

ackhouse first once they

breach the perimeter!"

"I tried to stop him," I said, my voice cracking under the weight of my guilt. "But he

wouldn't listen. He said it was too important."

Andros cursed, a low, angry sound under his breath. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his frustration palpable.

After a moment, he exhaled sharply, forcing himself to regain his composure.

"I'll go after him," I said quickly, my words tumbling out in desperation. "I'll find him and-"

"No," Andros cut me off firmly. "You're not going back in there, Asha. It's too dangerous."

"But-"

"No buts." His tone softened slightly as he stepped closer, his hand gripping my shoulder. "I'll go. I'll bring him back."

I looked at him, my heart hammering in my chest. "Promise me, Andros. Promise me you'll protect him. That you'll bring him back safely."

He nodded, his expression hard but resolute. "I will. I swear it, Asha. I'll take care of Father."

"You can't let anything happen to him," I added resolutely.

"I won't," he said, his voice steady, the kind of voice that left no room for doubt. “Go to the safehouse, Asha. Take the warriors with you. We'll meet you there.”

I swallowed hard and fell silent. I trust my brother, I know he is going to take care of father.

The thought of leaving them behind and rushing to safety to protect just myself made me anxious.

My throat felt tight as I finally nodded. "Okay," I whispered. "I'll go. But please... please be careful."

"I will," he assured me, his hand squeezing my shoulder briefly before he turns to the warriors to escort me away.

 

Chapter 343: Surprise Attack

Alpha Theron's POV

The chaos outside was growing louder with each passing second. The warriors are trying their best to defend the Pack and protect us from the invaders, but I had no time to think about that.

My legs carried me swiftly down the dimly lit hallways of the Packhouse. Everyone has left already, I'm the only one who chose to turn around and go back just to fetch the book.

The book. I had to retrieve it. If that book fell into the wrong hands, it would end everything and put Astrid in danger.

No one could know the truth about her being an Almega

I pushed my office open and quickly hurried to the hidden safe where I kept the book hidden. It is tucked inside a concealed drawer beneath my desk. I entered the passcode which only I knew.

My hands trembled slightly as I pulled out the thick book. Its worn cover and dusty pages made it looked unimportant at all.

I clutched it tightly to my chest and turned to leave, my mind racing. I had to get back to Asha who had stayed behind despite the danger.

It's really hard to have two stubborn girls who never listens. Asha and Astrid shared the most similarities, but ironically they don't get along well as they should.

I stopped in my tracks when a massive black wolf blocked my path. Its eyes glowed with a fierce, unrelenting hatred, and its fur bristled as it bared its teeth.

My heart clenched. This was no ordinary rogue.I've never seen a rogue as huge and as powerful as the one in front of me.

He must be the leader of the rogues, the one calling on the shots the whole time. I never thought that we would meet each other like this.

I sniffed the air to catch a whiff of his scent. Werewolves use scents as a way to identify someone, unlike humans who would ask for names instead.

My brows furrowed when my nose detected no scent at all. The wolf is masking his identity, likely using something to conceal its scent.

Only rogues would do something like this. It is clear that they really came here prepared.

The wolf lunged at me without hesitation, his teeth snapping with a ferocity that left no doubt about its intent: to kill.

I sidestepped the attack, my instincts taking over as I dropped the book onto a nearby table. There was no way I could fight while holding it.

Many questions ran inside my head as I faced the wolf, but I had no time to ask questions or bargain with someone who intends to kill me, so I instantly shifted into my wolf ready to defend myself.

My adversary watched as I shifted into my wolf — a massive black beast whose strength had been honed through decades of battle. But even as I stood tall and ready, I felt the weight of my years pressing on me.

I wasn't as fast as I once was, and this wolf was young, strong, and brimming with energy that I do not have.

The rogue charged again, aiming for my throat. I ducked low and swiped at its side, my claws tearing through fur and skin.

It yelped but recovered quickly, spinning around to strike back. Its claws raked around my shoulder, sending a sharp pain coursing through me.

I lunged forward, biting into its flank and shaking it violently before releasing it.

Blood sprayed onto the floor, but as werewolves we have high tolerance. Unless you deliver a fatal blow, you won't win in a fight.

The fight wore on, each of us delivering blow after blow. I managed to dodge several of its attacks, relying on experience and strategy to outmaneuver it.

However, my stamina was waning. The wolf and I have equal speed and power, the only disadvantage I had was that I am fighting someone younger than me.

Every moment I spent fighting

drained me further. It didn't help that

the wolf is aggressive in his attacks.

He knew he has the advantage and

he is using it against me.

The rogue feinted left, then lunged right, its jaws clamping down on my hind leg.

Pain erupted as its teeth sank deep, pulling me off balance.

I retaliated with a savage swipe. Unfortunately, he saw it and he released my leg on time dodging my attack.

Panting heavily, I tried to regain my footing, but my body was slower to respond. Thew wolf circled me, its movements fluid and calculated. It knew I was weakening.

The stakes are now between life and death. It's now or never.

I lunged for its throat with all the remaining strength and stamina I have left. However, the wolf had anticipated the move and sidestepped.

In an instant, it spun and delivered a crushing blow to my side. I felt its claws tear through flesh and bone, a sickening crunch echoing through the room.

The force sent me crashing into the wall, blood pooling beneath me as I struggled to stand.

I staggered, my legs shaking, but the wolf didn't attack again. Instead it stood

there, watching me with cold calculating eyes.

My vision blurred, and my breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as I stared directly to his gaze. During the fight, he was so eager to kill me, now that he had won, he just stood there slowly watching me die

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The fatal wound on my side burned, and I knew I didn't have much time left. I wonder what's stopping him from ending my life just then and there.

The wolf stepped back, its gaze lock on mine. Slowly, it began to shift Its form contorted and shrank until a man stood before me, his features sharp and his expression devoid of emotion.

My blood ran cold as I recognized him. Finally, all the questions I had was answered.

 

Chapter 344: Beloved Son

Alpha Theron's POV

"Father, it is you who drove me to do this."

Just when I thought that nothing could surprise me more, Andros managed to prove me wrong.

A bitter smile appeared on my lips as I averted my gaze from my son whom I love. I coughed, spitting blood from my mouth.

After betraying me, killing me, he even has the guts to blame everything he did on

me.

"You gave me no choice," Andros continued, justifying his cruel actions. "I couldn't let you hand your position to Astrid. I can't let you put the Pack in danger because of a lapse in your judgement. I only did what I had to do."

I remained silent, I couldn't answer him. My heart hurts so bad that my mind couldn't form any thoughts aside from the pain that his betrayal caused me.

Andros was my pride and son. I know I wasn't exactly a good father to him, but was I bad enough to deserve this treatment from my son?

Tears streamed down my face, not because of the pain coursing through my body caused by my injuries.

That pain was nothing compared to the pain caused by being betrayed like this by your own beloved son.

While I was fighting him, I had my own doubts. His fighting style felt familiar, and it didn't make sense that I would meet a lone rogue inside the Packhouse.

Everyone was busy fighting the rogues outside. How come that one rogue managed to escape and went directly here to fight me to death?

My instinct was telling me that I wasn't fighting a rogue, but I never expected that I was fighting my own son.

Here's the continuation of Alpha Theron's POV, delving deeper into the themes of betrayal, power, and justice:

I coughed again, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as my vision blurred.

My strength was fading, but I forced myself to meet Andros's cold, calculating gaze.

For a moment, I searched for something-anything-that reminded me of the son I thought I knew.

The boy who once idolized me, who laughed with his sister, who vowed to protect his family. But there was nothing. No trace of warmth. No flicker of regret.

"You..." My voice trembled, weak but still laced with the authority of an Alpha. "You were never the son I thought you were."

Andros tilted his head, his expression unchanging, like my

words didn't matter to hinto bene

am the man you raised me to be.

You taught me to do what is

necessary for the pack's survival.

That's all I'm doing."

I shook my head slowly, bitter tears trailing down my face. "No. You twisted my

lessons to justify your greed. You cared nothing for survival-only power."

He scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as if we were having a casual disagreement instead of his standing over his dying father.

"I did what had to be done. You were going to give the pack to Astrid. Astrid!" He sneered her name like it was poison on his tongue. "An Almega, a monster! How could you risk everything for her?"

I stared at him, my heart heavy with the weight of his words. "Astrid... has more honor, more strength, and more right to lead than you ever will, Andros."

His lips curled into a snarl. "You're delusional, Father. Astrid is a monster who needs to be killed before he brings calamity to our race."

"A monster?" I repeated, my voice growing hoarse. "A true monster is a person who would kill their own father for a title."

He flinched, but the hardness in his gaze didn't waver. "Call it what you want. Once I'm Alpha, no one will question me. They'll have no choice but to follow."

I coughed again, my chest heaving as I fought to keep speaking. "You'll never be

a true Alpha, Andros. You'll be a tyrant, not a leader. And tyrants always fall. Someday, someone will uncover the truth of what you've done here. You can't kill every doubter. One day, they'll know you for what you are a man who murdered his father to seize power."

Andros chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You think anyone would dare challenge me? By the time anyone even suspects me, I'll be

untouchable. The Alpha positional ne

absolute. No one defies an Alpha and survives."

is

I narrowed my eyes at him, summoning the last reserves of my strength to glare

at him with all the disappointment and fury I could muster.

"You'll find no loyalty in a pack built on lies and fear, Andros. Someday you will

pay ten times worse for what you did to me."

He leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper dripping with sarcasm. "I can't wait to see that. Once you are gone, I will handle everything especially that special daughter of yours. Once I expose the truth about her no one will side with her anymore."

 

 

Chapter 345: Broken Bond

Astrid's POV

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the howls of battle. All around me, wolves clashed in brutal combat, their fur matted with dirt and crimson.

The once pristine grounds of the Shadowfang Pack were now a battleground, a chaotic swirl of snarling beasts, flashing claws, and snapping jaws.

But I stood tall, my human form cutting through the madness like a spearhead, directing my warriors with precision.

"Form a line! Protect the children and elders!" I shouted, my voice rising above the discord.

My throat burned from barking commands, but I couldn't stop. Lives depended on

me.

The warriors of the Shadowfang Pack, massive wolves with sleek, dark coats, obeyed without hesitation.

They moved in unison, shielding a group of terrified pack members huddled near the treeline.

Their coordinated strikes drove back the advancing rogues, giving the vulnerable a chance to escape.

To my left, a warrior was pinned beneath a rogue's snapping jaws. Without thinking, I darted toward them, drawing the blade strapped to my side.

I swung with precision, the silver-tipped edge slashing across the rogue's side. The wolf yelped and retreated, giving the warrior a chance to regain his footing. Since I couldn't shift, I had to rely on my trusty blade to defend myself. Although guns were available, a sword is a much better weapon since werewolves move so fast, it would be hard to aim a gun.

Besides, I am more skilled in close combat.

"Stay together!" I commanded. "Watch each other's flanks!"

I turned to face another rogue lunging at me, its eyes burning with malice. My blade met its claws midair, sparks flying as steel clashed against bone.

With a sharp twist, I drove the blade deep into its side, ending its charge. It collapsed at my feet with a final, guttural growl.

"Get behind me!" I shouted, rushing to the Pack members who were cornered.

They huddled behind me, their eyes wide with terror. I turned to them, blood dripping from my blade as I guided them away from danger.

"Go! Now! Head to the safe zone."

They didn't need to be told twice. They scrambled toward safety, disappearing into the trees.

The battlefield stretched before me, a chaotic sea of clashing wolves. My warriors were holding their ground, working together to push the rogues back.

I scanned the field, searching for Andros to see how he is doing. Earlier, he had been right beside me, his massive wolf from a blur of motion as he tore through the rogues.

He was determined to fight alongside me even though I tried convincing him to just leave to safety.

But now, he was gone.

I frowned, my gaze darting accross the battlefield. "Where is Andros?" I called out, my voice sharp and demanding.

"He left, said he was going to check on Asha and Alpha Theron," someone answered through the Pack Link.

My eyes narrowed in confusion.

Andros had already assigned

warriors, to escort Alpha Theron and

Asha to safety. Why would he do

that if he is also going to leave and

see them personally?

I had no time to find the answer when suddenly a searing pain shot through me, stealing the air from my lungs.

I staggered, my blade slipping from my grasp as a wave of anguish crashed over me, heavier than any physical wound.

Then I felt it—the void, I couldn't feel my connection to Alpha Theron anymore. The bond. The Alpha bond was gone.

“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. The word felt hollow, meaningless as I dropped to my knees.

It wasn't only I who felt it. As realization hit me, so it did to the Pack members around me.

The warriors howled in anguish, their cries echoing across the battlefield. The loss of their Alpha hit them like a tidal wave, their grief raw and

unrelenting. But something

stirred in them, a fire ignite Inet

pain.

by their

The warriors roared in unison, their grief transforming into fury. Their spirits were set ablaze and they tore through the rogues with a ferocity I had never seen before.

My chest tightened, my breaths shallow and ragged as the truth hit me like a physical blow.

Father.

I staggered to my feet as I turned and left the battlefield to rush to my father's side.

My mind was consumed by one thought: My father.

The battlefield faded around me as I stumbled toward the Packhouse, my legs trembling beneath me.

My chest felt hollow, the absence of the Alpha bond a gaping wound I couldn't comprehend.

I clung to the fragile hope that I was wrong, that there had been some mistake.

My father couldn't be gone. He was too strong, too unyielding, too... him.

But as I approached the Packhouse, I saw him. Andros.

He was emerging from the building, his shoulders hunched under the weight of a

limp figure in his arms.

My steps faltered, my breath catching painfully in my throat.

No. No, it can't be.

Andros carried my father, his once powerful frame now lifeless. Blood stained Alpha Theron's clothing, streaking his face and soaking into Andros's shirt.

My mind screamed at me to deny what I was seeing, but my body betrayed me, dragging me forward with weak, stumbling steps.

"Father!" I cried, my voice breaking as I fell to my knees in front of Andros.

He lowered my father to the ground gently, almost reverently, his face a mask of solemn grief.

I barely noticed him. My entire world had narrowed to the man lying before me, the man I had spent so long resenting, and now he was gone.