Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian)

: The Real Affair

Astrid’s POV

I lowered my gaze when the atmosphere turned a hundred degrees lower in Kaks there s felt suffocated as tension grew between the father and son duo, both content a targ gaze.

Both of them share the same strong personality, both were refusing to back down from each o steeled myself, preparing for the inevitable explosion between the two commanding figues.

Just like Nova and I who had done nothing wrong, the guards who had been moments away from dragging me away, covered visibly at Alpha Theron’s sudden appearance, their grip on my arm slackening at the Alpha’s anger that was pointed towards it.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Alpha Theron thundered, his voice echoing through their thiness. “Uhand her at once!”

The guards, their faces pale with fear, quickly released Astnd, taking a step back as Theron N

towards them, his powerful presence commanding their complete submission

Andros, however, reacted very differently. As he watched his father interven on Astrid’s behalf, a surge of white hot rage coursed through him. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he witnessed the scene unfold before him.

“So, it is true, then,” Andros spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “You have been protecting your mistress all this time, Father.”

Alpha Theron’s attention snapped to Andros his expression darkening as he registered the accusation.” What are you talking about, boy?” he growled, his tone laced with a warning.

Andros refused to back down, his anger fug his reckless words. “Don’t play the fool, father,” he hissed) “These rumors of your affair with Astrid – I see now that they were true all along and you’ve been hiding it from me, preotecting her at the expense of your own children and your own Pack.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Alpha Theron’s brows furrowed with a deep, disappointed frown as he regarded his son, Andros. The young man’s accusation had struck him like a blow to the chest, the weight of those words cutting him to the core.

“Andros,” Alpha Theron began, his voice laced with a mixture of sorrow and reproach. “As my son, I had expected more from you,” he shook his head slowly, his piercing gaze boring into Andros’s eyes. “How could you believe such vile rumors, especially about your own father?”

Alpha Theron’s broad shoulders squared with a sense of wounded pride. He had always strived to be an honorable leader, a man of unwavering principle and integrity qualities he had hoped to instill in his heir.

And yet, here was Andros, his only son, his own flesh and blood, seemingly willing to believe the scandalous whispers that had been circulating about him and Astrid.

As his son, he thought he would know better than believe that he would let his personal life ruin the reputation of his Pack.

He had chosen to abandon my mother while she was still pregnant for the sake of his Pack, so how could he put his Pack in danger like this?

“I thought I had raised you to be better than this,” Theron continued, his voice tinged with disappointment, “To have the wisdom and discernment to see beyond these laughable gossips that we often struggled with as people in power.”

Andros felt offended at his father’s words. It’s not that he is questioning his father’s integrity. He came here to confront me, to find out the truth, but they kept on giving him nothing. Every minute, we only seem to confirm his suspicions.

Andros, whom I thought had lost all words to say, finally spoke. “Then who is she? What is she even doing to our Pack? Without her, people wouldn’t be thinking these kinds of things. It’s because of her that people are getting the wrong ideas.” Andros glared at me as he spoke.

Theron took a step forward, his presence commanding the attention of all the people in the clearing.” Astrid is not my mistress, Andros. She is your sister.”

Andros’s heart pounded inside his chest as he stared back and forth at Astrid and then his father. His world suddenly turned upside down. He had confronted Astrid, certain that she was his father’s mistress, but the grave expressions on their faces told a different story.

“Astrid is… my half–sister?” Andros choked out, the words feg strange and foreign on his tongue.

This was the last thing he ever could have imagined.

Growing up, his family had always seemed so perfect, so loving. The idea that his father had an illegitimate child, one even older than himself, was simply unfathomable.

Alpha Theron cleared his throat, meeting Andros’s bewildered gaze. “There’s no other way to say this son, but Astrid is my daughter from before I met your mother.” The older man’s voice was heavy with regret. ” should have told you long ago, but I was ashamed. I was afraid of how you would react.”

Andros whirled to look at me, searching my face for any sign that this was just an elaborate ruse. But my solemn expression left him no room for doubt. This was no prank – it was the truth, plain ad simple.

Andros ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. “Since when? Since when did the two of you reconciled?” He demanded.

“It had only been half a month, Andros. I was planning to tell you. I didn’t want you to find out about it this way. I was planning to tell you once you’re back,” Alpha Theron explained, hoping that his son wouldn’t hold this against him.