Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 431

Astrid’s POV

The words on the paper blurred before my eyes, my grip tightening until the edges crumpled in my shaking hands.

My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my pulse hammering so loudly it drowned out everything else.

Killian was speaking — his voice low and urgent — but I couldn’t hear him.

All I could see was Elara.

Trapped. Alone. Scared.

The paper shook violently in my grasp as a sob tore from my throat.

My daughter was out there, in his hands. And he wanted me.

The weight of it settled over me like an iron cage.

This was never about the Pack. Never about a war.

It had always been about me.

A hand touched my wrist, firm and grounding. “Astrid.”

Killian’s voice finally cut through the haze of panic suffocating me. I looked up, meeting his golden eyes—burning with unspoken fear.

For me.

For Elara.

For all of us.

I swallowed hard, my throat raw. “I have to go.”

“No.” Killian’s grip tightened immediately, his entire body going rigid. “Absolutely not.”

I stepped back, wrenching my wrist from his grasp. “Killian, he has her. What do you expect me to do? Sit here? Wait for another letter? Hope that he won’t—” My voice cracked. I couldn’t say it. I wouldn’t say it.

Killian’s jaw clenched. “You need to hold yourself together Astrid. You can let a simple message get into your head!” Killian raised his voice, thinking that would pull me out of myself.

“You have to think, Astrid. Ardan shows no mercy. He won’t give us this chance without an ulterior motive.

This is a trap. He knows exactly what he’s doing. And he knows you well enough to be sure you’d go running to him the moment he sent that letter,” Killian explained to me.

“And he’s right!” I shouted, my chest heaving. “Because my daughter is out there, Killian! She’s alone, and she’s—” My breath hitched, a sob breaking free despite how hard I fought it.

Tears burned down my cheeks, my body shaking as I clutched the paper to my chest like it held the last remnants of my child.

“I can’t—” My voice broke as I gasped for air. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t even breathe without wondering if she’s okay. If she’s alive. If she’s scared. If she’s crying for me and I’m not there to hold her.”

Killian’s hands clenched at his sides. “That will never happen. With both of us together, there is a higher chance that we can save Elara and stop the rogue king.

The reason why he wants you is because you are a pure blooded almega. The only one who is powerful enough to stop him is you.”

I knew he was right, but his words fell on deaf ears.

I had already lost my reasoning.

All I could think about is my daughter in danger

Even if there is only a small chance, I will never risk my daughter’s life. I couldn’t gamble her life, couldn’t risk losing her because of a strategy, because of some battle between us and him.

This wasn’t a war for me.

This was my daughter’s life.

And I would do anything to get her back.

Even if it meant losing myself.

“Astrid, I know what you are thinking, but you have to trust me. I will find a way. You don’t have to choose. We will defeat the rogue king and we will save our daughter,” Killian assured me as he clutched me tighter.

I sniffed, as I got swallowed by my own thoughts while Killian pressed a kiss on my forehead thinking that I was listening to him.