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.

my strength to remain in my room, to force myself not to give in to what I so

much longer

share the same room. We never have. Even after we married,

to care. We were married for one reason and one

even though she stood by my side, I never

Giselle with lust or longing. She had always been...

It was like a fire inside me, one that never went out, no matter how many times I doused it with guilt or

her, all I could think about was the night I rejected her. The

looked at me after I pulled away.

betrayal in her eyes-it

I wanted her. She had to know. But I couldn't

my fists, my knuckles whitening as I stared blankly at the report in front

like it always did when I thought

and I hated myself for it. But if I had the chance again... I'd still

there with Astrid. It's not just about her. It's about

I would forget Astrid. That I would try to love Giselle as my wife, for the sake

been between Giselle and

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

me wonder when these feelings started. It surely didn't start just now. It must have been there years ago, but I was too filled with

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

at the ceiling. The guilt was like a lead weight in

my mind. Astrid deserved more

promises, even if

a hand through my hair, trying to

looked at