Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 195: Behind the Mask

Andros's POV

"Father, it would be such a pity if we don't put this dress to use. The materials took a lot from our Pack funds," I tried to reason out to my father with fingers crossed.

I had no choice but to help him since he asked for my help in front of my father, and I knew what answer my father was expecting from me.

My father had always been clear to me about what kind of leader he expected to rule the Pack.

Since I was little, my father always emphasized that a great leader loves the people he leads and would take care of them more than how he values his own life.

Standing up for this sewing manager who made things difficult for me is the only way out of the dilemma he has given me.

"Yes, Alpha! Sir Andros is right. If we are going to make another dress, it will cost us another fortune," the sewing manager suddenly spoke up in support.

I fought back the scowl that threatened to appear on my face as I glanced at this thick-skinned person who didn't know shame.

"It doesn't matte. I'll be responsible for the Pack funds. You don't have to make the dress as elaborate as this. Something simple will do," my father replied. His answer placed me at peace.

If Astrid had been here, I'm afraid that she would have convinced Father to accept the red dress already, ruining my plans.

Asha was right. Astrid is truly ungrateful towards her father. She didn't even come here with us to take a look at the dress.

about her introduction ceremony, and she didn't hesitate to say yes. It's clear

a look at the dress. I think it's a part of her act to make us lower our guards. She's stupid to believe

along with her, I'm sure he could also sense that

for a long time. He is all too familiar with the schemes in the Pack. Astrid's

is just treating her nicely because he wants to make up for

continued to be cold towards my Father, my father would soon wake

the sewing manager stammered,

Just tell us everything you need and we will provide it for you," I spoke up, interrupting him before Father could change his mind. The sewing manager snapped his gaze at me. Protests filled his eyes, but he couldn't say anything as I pinned him down with a

for me to get this dress delayed. I can't let him ruin my

he heard my words. "Don't worry, for this effort that you made, you and

you still have to finish your work in time. Have I made myself clear?" father

The sewing manager's eyes

as he hated

another dress is too difficult of a task. "Y-Yes,

choice but

that everything is settled here, can I take my leave?" I spoke up, stealing my

I shouldn't hold you up. I know there are

you, father," I responded with a short

time for Asha