Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 71: Parents

Drystan's POV

"You seem to have a lot of time on your hands recently," Astrid asked me softly as I accompanied her for a walk around the garden.

I watched as she walked ahead of me, her hand leaning down slightly to the side to touch the flowers as she walked.

Every day, it has been part of Astrid's morning routine to take a walk in the garden before she ate her breakfast.

The Pack Doctor recommended including it in her routine as a safe exercise to reduce her swelling and to prepare her body for labor. Usually, it's Nova who joins her with her walk to make sure that she's safe, but I asked Nova to allow me to walk alone with Astrid this time.

Sometimes, when my mind zones out during work, I would see them by my office window, walking together and keeping each other company.

I have always wanted to join them, but my work wouldn't allow me to. Thankfully, this time, Caden agreed to fill my position and lead the morning training session of the Pack Warriors for me.

"I still have a lot of work to do," I answered. "But it wouldn't hurt to put myself first from time to time," I reasoned.

Astrid chuckled at my answer. "I never thought you were capable of dropping your work."

I snorted. Astrid has been staying in the Packhouse for two months. She knew what my working habits were.

for me and lead the Pack Warriors' training, so I thought I should join

joining Astrid in her morning walk was the best time that I

curious to know how the bracelet ended up with Astrid. There's only one way to find out why Astrid has that royal heirloom in her possession. "I forgot to return this to you," I muttered as I pulled out Astrid's bracelet

needed from the

forgot that you took it from me," Astrid muttered as she took her

again?" I asked her with

was just on top of her head. "She gave it to me when my

old were you when your mom died?"

teenager when I met her. The only family member that I ever met was

her bracelet deep inside her pockets. "I was only six years old when my mother died. I barely

the little stones by the pebbled path. "I

raised me with so much love that I never felt anything missing in my life," Astrid added as she

as I matched her slow

eyes narrowed slightly as she thought

anything. She doesn't know what he looks

how could that be? How could she not know the man who impregnated her

once asked her that, too, but she never really answered my questions properly. She

fell silent at her

you think she was telling the