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.

took all of my strength to remain in my room, to force myself not to give in to what I so desperately wanted. To stay away from her. To not let myself enter her room and

sure how much longer I could

We never have. Even after we

one reason and one reason only: Ryker. Our son. The only

she stood by my side, I

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

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

the night I

forget the way she looked at me after I pulled away. Her

in her eyes-it

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

fists, my knuckles whitening as I stared blankly at the

did when I thought about her. I knew

now, and I hated myself for it. But if I had

can't let myself go there with Astrid. It's not just about her. It's about

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

fractured things have always been between Giselle and me, I can't abandon that. I won't break my

the pull toward Astrid. It wasn't just desire. It was something deeper, something more dangerous. It is the

feelings started. It surely didn't start just now. It must have been there years ago, but I

she deserved. And I sure as hell wasn't going to hurt my son just to satisfy something that could

in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. The guilt was like a lead weight in

to change my mind. Astrid deserved more than this mess

honor his promises, even

to shake the memory of

way she'd looked at