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."

at the flowers around us, hoping to find something to engage him. "Look at these beautiful daisies.

Curiosity piqued, I leaned closer and

gently pointing to his wrist. "You have a

as I caught his full interest. For a moment, he seemed to comprehend the connection. Then, to my surprise, a soft

laugh with him. There was a slight breathiness

my right wrist and placed our hands side by side to show him that our birthmarks looked so much alike, only that he was small, like

holding up my wrist to show him my

faltered when I realized just how uncannily similar they looked. The

wrists, his eyes wide with curiosity, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. The innocence of his expression made my heart swell, but my joy quickly shifted when I looked up and noticed

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

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in my

jaw, trying to

her a clear warning: "Never offend Astrid again I hope

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

was on my way back to the Packhouse to continue with the paperwork that I was dealing with

floated through the air, bright and unguarded, a sound that cut through the tension I carried like a

"At least she's not putting hate on the innocent child,"

seen 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

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

up his face - it was as

you think they look