Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 141: Scorned

Astrid's POV

In order to cater to the remaining survivors of the Emberwood Pack that needed our help, I woke up at dawn and helped in the kitchen to cook for everyone's breakfast.

I don't know enough of things around the kitchen; I only know enough not to let myself die of hunger.

Although I am good at combat, handling Pack military and Pack affairs, and even knowledgeable in medicine, there are still a lot of things that I don't know of.

Even though I am a woman, I don't know what women would usually be good at doing. I could break a bone when I dance, I could injure myself with a needle if I sew, and I could make people turn deaf when I sing. I'm certainly not a wife and a Luna material because of these things. The moon goddess really made a mistake in choosing me as Killian's mate and Luna.

It was no wonder why our relationship only ended in a disaster.

As volunteers, we prepared today's breakfast, but we still had to serve the food and also eat last.

As I ladled the warm, nourishing soup into the bowls of the refugees waiting in line, my eyes kept drifting across the camp to where Killian stood, distributing fresh bread.

Last night, I couldn't sleep as I thought of the conversation I had had with him. Yesterday, I told him that we will never have anything to do with each other again in the future.

It looks like he took my words seriously. I've been stealing glances at him from time to time, but I never once caught him staring back at me.

As I watched him entirely focused on his task, never once glancing in my direction, I couldn't help but feel a pang of... disappointment?

thoughts and focused on my task of serving soup

mind more idle,

is exactly what I wanted - for Killian to take me seriously and leave me be. From now on, I don't

I don't care if he gave me a murderous glare. Any gaze would do. He

chastised myself when I realized how weak and stupid

a word. I thought he would fight against it. I thought he would

peacefully last night while I kept tumbling on my bed, unable to sleep,

you, Astrid. The ladle is about to break under your

I

one would hear. "You're acting so creepy.

Q.UMS

here if you have nothing else to do, Nova," I rebutted and handed her the ladle, giving he no room to say

words fell on deaf ears as

since dawn. Right now,

into my own camp, I stopped when I noticed

was another relief support from other Packs, but I was surprised when I saw the Silvermoon Pack's banners instead. Did Killian call for

camp and ignored them. Killian is around. He could

saw that familiar face. I had never thought

There she is, walking so regally like a man who

as I watched Giselle's tall and imposing figure as she strode confidently into