Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 253: Breakfast

Astrid's POV

I stared at my food, pushing the scrambled eggs around my plate, forcing myself to take a bite even

though I had no appetite. The nutritious breakfast spread that would usually excite me to eat didn't appeal to me today.

On top of that, I feel under the weather from lack of sleep. After the tension last night, it took me some time to fall asleep and to make matters worse, I had to face Killian first thing in the morning and eat breakfast with him in front of our guests.

If it wasn't for the guests, I wouldn't have to join them for breakfast. I feel bad for the time I wasted that could have been used to train the Warriors instead.

"How was your stay? Did you all have a good sleep?" Killian's voice broke through my thoughts, smooth and practiced, as he turned to our guests.

I remained silent as I kept my gaze on my food, afraid to steal his attention or make eye contact with him that I wasn't ready to face.

"Yes, Alpha. Thank you for your warm welcome. We didn't have any problems so far," Alpha Damien replied, his smile genuine as he continued to eat.

"That's good to hear," Killian responded smoothly. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask the Omegas. I've instructed them to serve you well."

Alpha Damien nodded with a smile, appreciating the Silvermoon Pack's hospitality.

there's any food that you're craving to eat, I can ask our Pack chef to cook it for

food. Our stomachs are

she stood up, drawing our attention. "It just so happens that I have some chamomile tea that I personally sun-dried. I would like everyone to taste it

eyes sparkled with pride as he turned to Giselle. "Giselle, go and give

as

I was married to Killian, I never received a single

my duties well as his Luna and as the trainer of his warriors, yet never had he looked at me like that filled with

expectations of me, but Killian would always point out my mistakes

great about drying leaves and brewing tea? Even the blind could do that perfectly. What I had contributed to the Pack is nothing compared to what Giselle is capable

watched as she flitted between

with calmness on her face, I

hands, though

was trying to maintain an image of serenity white the weight of her unspoken hatred

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cup in front of me, her voice a gentle melody which is very unlike her. I wonder if the tea

poison us all in here. Giselle's gaze shifted toward me, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Why are you

hitched at her question. I purposefully wore a turtle-necked sweater today to hide the marks that Killian had left me last night. There was nothing

a sweater? Here, let me help you take it off." Giselle leaned in and reached her hands to