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 room, to force myself not to give in to what I so desperately wanted. To stay away from her. To not let myself

much longer I could

and I don't even share the same room. We never

were married for one reason and one reason only: Ryker. Our son. The only

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

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

fire inside me, one that never went

the night I rejected her. The night I stopped something that I

she looked at me after I pulled away. Her disappointment

the confusion-hell, the betrayal in her eyes-it was all seared into my

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

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

the edges of my thoughts, like it always did when I thought

had rejected her twice now, and I hated myself for it. But if I had the chance again... I'd still do the same

go there with Astrid. It's not just about her. It's about everything else. The promises I made. The

promise that I would forget Astrid. That I would try to love

Giselle and me, I can't abandon that. I won't break

as I thought those words, I felt the pull toward Astrid. It wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, something

feelings started. It surely didn't start just now. It must have been

her the life she deserved. And I

The guilt was like a lead weight in my

enough to change my mind. Astrid deserved more than this mess

he deserved a father who would honor his promises, even if the marriage to his father was

hand through my hair, trying to shake the memory of

way she'd looked at me