Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 361

Astrid’s POV

The council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices, Pack leaders debating strategies and plans.

I sat at the head of the table beside Killian, my hands resting on the smooth oak surface.

The tension in the room was palpable—every attack, every loss, had brought us closer to the realization that this wasn’t a rogue problem.

It was something far more calculated.

Killian shifted beside me, his jaw tight, his body radiating barely contained frustration.

He hated these meetings. So did I. But this time, they were necessary.

The rogues weren’t just targeting the outposts; they were playing a long game, and we needed to figure out the rules.

Just as I was about to speak, the heavy doors to the chamber creaked open.

Every voice silenced, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily as the figure stepped inside.

Killian’s mother.

Her entrance was calculated, her steps deliberate as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

She carried herself with the regal air of a woman who had once been Luna, even though she’d long since lost that title.

The years hadn’t softened her; if anything, they’d sharpened her edges.

“Mother,” Killian said, his voice clipped, his tone barely masking his irritation. “What are you doing here?”

If there was someone else to be blamed on why Killian and I’s relationship ended before, it would be her.

Killian’s mother hated me for being born as omega. She made sure that every day I felt just how much hate she had towards me.

She brainwashed Killian, he fed him with lies and badmouthed me which is one of the reasons why Killian disliked me even more when we were married.

It was also her who helped Giselle to become the Luna, helping her with all of her lies.

Ever since Giselle was exposed, the relationship between the mother and son had changed, it was no longer as good as before.

Rowena, Killian’s mother, stopped a few feet from the table, her gaze sweeping over the gathered leaders before landing on Killian.

“I came to offer my help,” she said, her voice smooth and unyielding.

The tension in the room spiked, and I saw the flicker of doubt and distrust on the faces around us.

Everyone knew about the history.

“Help?” Killian’s tone was cold. “Why would we need your help?”

She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Because you’re dealing with rogues, and I have information that could be useful. Or would you rather continue fighting blindly?”

The room fell silent, all eyes on Killian. I could feel his anger simmering beside me, but he was holding it in check. Barely.

The air between Killian and his mother was cold, the years of resentment hanging heavy between them. I stood to the side, watching, waiting.

She didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “The rogues are working under a single leader,” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. “Someone who’s been planning this for years. You’ve heard the whispers, haven’t you? About the Rogue King.”

Killian stiffened, his eyes narrowing. “Everyone’s heard the whispers. That doesn’t mean they’re true.”

“They are,” she said, her gaze steady. “And he’s closer than you think.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine, but I kept my expression neutral. “How do you know this?”

She hesitated, just for a moment, but it was enough. “Because I’ve had dealings with him.”

Killian’s reaction was immediate. He stepped toward her, his voice low and dangerous. “What kind of dealings?”

Just how many things is she hiding from us?

She didn’t flinch. “Enough to know what he’s capable of. He’s not just a leader—he’s a strategist. He’s been uniting the rogues, preparing for this for years. And if you don’t act soon, he’ll tear this Pack apart.”

Her words hung in the air, the weight of them settling heavily over us.

Killian turned away, his hands clenched into fists. I could feel his anger, his distrust, but beneath it all, I could sense his fear.

“We’ll need proof,” I said, breaking the silence.

She smirked, but there was no humor in it. “You’ll get it. But you won’t like what you find.”