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

stomachs are full already," Vanessa

just so happens that I have some chamomile tea that I personally sun-dried. I would like everyone to taste it and hear

as he turned to Giselle. "Giselle, go and give us a taste of your tea." Giselle smiled excitedly before she

my chest as I watched her leave with

the years I was married to Killian, I never received a single compliment from him. I had

of his warriors, yet

had always surpassed everyone's expectations of me, but Killian

that perfectly. What I had contributed to

a calm look on her face. I watched as she flitted between us, pouring the tea that she was bragging to

calmness on her face,

though steady,

tremor as she filled each cup. It was as if she was trying to maintain

QUMS

of me, her voice a gentle melody which is very unlike her. I wonder

shifted toward me, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Why are you so wrapped up in those clothes?" she asked, her tone light but

sweater today to hide the marks that Killian had left me last night. There was nothing else I could wear except

Why are you wearing a sweater? Here, let me help you