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.

know what act she's playing. Earlier at breakfast, I asked her if she was excited about her introduction ceremony, and she didn't hesitate to say yes. It's clear that she's ambitious,

to make us lower our guards. She's stupid to believe

going along with her, I'm sure he could also sense that something is off

been an Alpha for a long time. He is all too familiar with

her nicely because he wants to make up for the lost time he

soon wake up and realise that

the sewing manager stammered, not willing to

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

to get this dress delayed. I can't

worry, for this effort that you made, you and your

was mentioned. "However, you still have to

The sewing manager's eyes

as he hated

would be a reward, making another dress is too difficult of a task. "Y-Yes, Alpha," he gave in

choice but to follow the

I take my leave?" I spoke up,

know there are

father," I responded with a short bow

been delayed, it's time for Asha to do her part of the