Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 247: Resemblance

Astrid's POV

I left the scene after Killian dismissed me, granting me a short break to rest. I took a stroll at the Pack garden, a smirk dancing on my lips as I imagined the couple having their private argument.

Giselle was so foolish to challenge me without considering the consequences of her actions for the Pack. She's so fixated on herself that she fails to see the bigger picture.

She had placed the Pack in danger with her ignorant actions; of course, it would certainly earn her Killian's anger.

Lost in my thoughts, I stopped in my tracks when I spotted Giselle's son in the distance, being accompanied by his nanny.

Instead of taking care of her own son like a responsible mother should, Giselle handed that responsibility off to someone else, wasting her time stirring trouble for me instead.

Having nothing else to do, I approached them, a smile forming as I greeted the nanny and the little one. "Hello there! What a beautiful day to be outside," I spoke as I knelt down to meet the boy's curious gaze.

Ryker stared at me with wide eyes, not saying anything. His silence reminded me of the first time we met when I still had no idea that he was Giselle's son.

"Do you like plants?" I asked gently, hoping to spark some connection with him.

I was expecting a response, but he remained quiet, and his gaze remained fixed on me.

"Miss Astrid, please forgive Ryker. He doesn't know how to speak," Ryker's nanny spoke up for him.

Understanding washed over me, and I recalled the moment I had overheard Killian and Giselle's conversation with Alpha Damien and his wife. They had mentioned that Ryker has autism, which explained why he didn't respond as expected. "That's okay," I said softly, my voice filled with warmth. "Sometimes, you don't need words to share your thoughts."

to engage him. "Look at these beautiful daisies. They remind me of

a glimpse of a small mark on Ryker's wrist. Curiosity piqued, I leaned

pointing to his wrist.

to my surprise, a soft giggle escaped him - a sound so pure and joyful that it infected

him. There was a slight breathiness to our laughter, and our heads both

showed him the birthmark I have on my right wrist and placed our hands side by side to show him that our birthmarks looked

up my wrist to

when I realized just how uncannily similar they looked. The heart-shaped mark on

I could see the wheels turning in his mind. The innocence of his expression made my

gaze was fixed intently on our birthmarks, and a horrified look spread across her face. It was as if she had stumbled upon something she hadn't expected to see a realization dawning that

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Giselle still simmering in my veins. Her refusal to admit her mistakes ignited a fire of frustration within

clenched my jaw, trying to

had given her a clear warning: "Never offend Astrid again I hope she will listen this time

to inform me of their brewing conflict, a war might have already broken out, and I would have

on my way back to the Packhouse to continue with the paperwork that I was dealing with when I spotted Astrid talking to

tracks and gazed at them. Astrid's laughter floated through the air, bright and

Ryder's voice behind me, breaking the spell. "At least she's not putting

Ryker feel this relaxed and happy with anyone else except you. Even his own mother couldn't make him laugh like that," Ryder added with a hint of

remained silent, watching them. Ryker's eyes sparkled with delight as he listened to Astrid, and it struck me how much he resembled her at that

way he tilted his head, the way his smile lit up his face

this distance, don't you think they look a lot?" Ryder asked,