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

Our stomachs are full already," Vanessa replied without meeting

attention. "It just so happens that I have some chamomile tea that I personally sun-dried. I

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

my chest as I watched her leave with

to Killian, I never received a single compliment from

the trainer of his warriors,

Killian would always point out my

Even the blind could do that perfectly. What I had contributed to the Pack is nothing

her face. I watched as she flitted between us,

Giselle poured the tea with calmness on her face, I noticed the

though steady,

was trying to maintain an image of

QUMS

in front of me, her voice a gentle melody

Giselle's gaze shifted toward me, a hint of concern flickering in her eyes. "Why are you so wrapped up in

breath hitched at her question. I purposefully wore a turtle-necked sweater today to hide the marks that Killian had left me last night.

are you wearing a sweater? Here, let me help you take it off." Giselle leaned in and