Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Andros's POV

As I stared intently at Giselle, I couldn't help but notice the tension etched in her features.

It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions. I could recognize the anger and resentment simmering just beneath her surface.

Her narrowed eyes and tight jaw spoke volumes about her feelings towards Astrid.

A flicker of satisfaction ran through me. I wasn't alone in my feelings; I could see that Giselle shared my disdain, matching the hatred I harbored towards Astrid.

I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the weight of the moment. It was evident that she did not approve of Astrid living with them in their Pack.

Her disapproval is more than just being protective; it's rooted in a deep-seated dislike that resembles exactly what I feel towards Astrid.

I understand what Giselle is going through right now. And right now, what she needs is help. I believe I could give her exactly the help that she needs.

My father suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension in the room. "Great, now that is settled, Astrid will travel with you back to the Silvermoon Pack. The earlier we start the training, the better prepared we will be for the challenges ahead." My father's words hung in the air, a decisive move that shifted the focus back to action.

Alpha Killian nodded, his expression resolute. "We'll make the necessary arrangements for her arrival. The warriors need to be ready, and I'll ensure that we prioritize their training."

more upset by her husband's response. No

concluding the meeting. "Everyone is dismissed. Let's focus on our preparations and ensure our Packs are

and Father, who retreated to the corner. I know the Father is worried about Astrid; he must be giving her reminders to take

the father yearns for intimacy with his daughter. However, Astrid stood in the distance, still treating his own father like

as she left. Even

that she won't be able to hold back her emotions and accidentally

more she makes mistakes, the more she will be estranged

continue with my tasks," I excused myself to Father

father just nodded his head, letting me

path to the Packhouse, which is nearest to my destination. I took a different turn instead and passed through the Pack's courtyard, where all the guests invited

a secluded area, her fists clenched at her sides. She paced back and forth her brows furrowed, and lips pressed

is like the heat from a fire. It was evident that the earlier discussions still weighed heavily

as if I was just someone who

straightened herself, but it didn't hide

worriedly as I took

to see me here. I could tell she recognized me

all right.

revealing a hint of concern as