Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 264: Burning Desire

Killian's POV

I sat at my desk, staring at the reports scattered before me, but the words might as well have been written in another language. No matter how many times I read the same line, the numbers didn't make sense, the words refused to stick.

I'd been at this for hours, trying to focus on pack matters-on the budgets, the patrol schedules, and the ongoing negotiations. All things that needed my attention, things I should care about. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept slipping.

Back to that night.

The night when everything had almost changed between Astrid and me.

I closed my eyes, the memory washing over me like a wave. I could still see her so clearly. The way her eyes softened, the flicker of something vulnerable and dangerous in her gaze.

The way her breath caught in her throat when our lips had come so close to touching. Too close. That

look in her eyes had shattered something inside me, and yet... I had still pulled away.

I could still feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, the moment when temptation had nearly swallowed me whole. I hadn't planned on anything happening that night.

Hell, I'd just gone to her room to update her on the latest discussion I'd had with Damien. It was supposed to be business, pure and simple.

But the air between us had shifted, the boundaries we'd always tried to hold onto crumbling under the weight of what had always been there.

Since that night, my wolf had been restless, growling at me, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

Every night, he bothered me, clawing at my thoughts, demanding that I go to her.

what I so desperately

much

same room. We never have. Even after we married, I never shared her bed-not

reason and one

though Giselle had sacrificed for me, even though she stood by my side, I never felt the pull toward her. I never desired

looked at Giselle with lust or longing. She had always been... practical. Necessary. But Astrid? Astrid

like a fire inside me, one that never went out, no matter how many times I doused

all I could think about was the night I rejected her. The night I stopped something that I had

she looked at me after I pulled

her eyes-it

know. But I couldn't let it happen. Not

whitening as I stared blankly at the report in front of

edges of my thoughts, like it always did when I thought about her.

it. But if I had the chance again... I'd still

It's about everything else. The promises I made. The life I've

a vow to Giselle, a promise that I would forget Astrid. That I would try to love Giselle as my wife, for the sake of our son. For the sacrifices she made to be with

been between Giselle

thought those words, I felt the pull toward Astrid. It wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, something more dangerous. It is the kind of desire that had accumulated for a

made me wonder when these feelings started. It surely didn't start just now. It must have been there years ago, but

good would it do? I wasn't free. I could never give her the life she deserved. And I sure as hell wasn't going to hurt my son just to satisfy something that could

at the ceiling. The guilt

deserved more than this mess

even if the marriage

through my hair, trying to shake the memory of her face

way she'd looked at me