Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Giselle's POV

I gripped my glass tightly as I caught snippets of hushed conversations drifting through the air.

The banquet has almost come to an end, yet people are still talking about me and Killian. They are speculating that Killian is now regretting our marriage now that his ex-wife's identity has come to light. Their whispers gnawed at my confidence, and their words settled like a stone in my stomach, heavy and unsettling.

I glanced at Killian, who was standing a few feet away from me, talking to an Alpha. I'm sure he's fully aware of the whispers going on around us.

Even I, who didn't like their words, couldn't ignore them because of how much they were talking about us.

Even though Killian could hear them, he just wore a mask of calm, his eyes distant as if he had chosen to tune out the murmurs altogether.

This only added to my set of worries. He could easily stand up and defend himself to stop the rumors altogether. However, he chose to remain silent.

Is this because their words held truth in them?

Now that Astrid's real identity is revealed. Is he really regretting divorcing her and marrying me?

As the night wore on, their words continued to press down on me until the banquet finally concluded.

Killian looked visibly tired as we retreated to our room. His shoulders were hunched, and his eyes looked tired.

my insecurity, I still confronted

you hadn't married me instead?" I asked, feeling the gossips wrap around me like a suffocating

me with a furrowed brow. "Didn't you

Killian turned to face me fully, his gaze warm yet piercing. "I just don't care about their opinions. I

my fists,

raised my voice, unable to hold back. "I know you still have feelings for Astrid. Now that her

Are you thinking of getting rid of me now?"

his eyes

in shock.

regrets. Ryker is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I wouldn't give him away

lump formed in my throat, heavy and raw. Hearing him say Ryker's name, the way he spoke with such

it had always been Astrid-her name hovering like a ghost between us. Now, it felt like Ryker had replaced me,

don't care if he doesn't love me; I just want to be his wife and Luna, to hold onto

my voice shaking. "Just

closer, desperation in his eyes. "You're my wife, my Luna. I promised to be the

be married to me anymore?" I asked,

you and Ryker," he insisted, frustration evident. "I'm

to make