Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 266: Painful Truth

Astrid's POV

My body ached from the grueling training session I had endured all day. Every muscle felt like a knot, protesting at every slightest movement as I finally prepared to sink into the relief of my bed.

Sleeping had been my only source since I arrived to this pack. But just as I began to settle into the covers, my phone buzzed, pulling me sharply back to reality.

I frowned when Giselle's name appeared on the screen. Her message was terse, asking me to come to the Pack garden immediately to deliver the "urgent" papers she had requested earlier.

I frowned. Urgent? There had been nothing remotely pressing about those papers when she asked for them this afternoon, though she was in a rush like the world was on fire.

Something didn't sit right. Why the Pack garden? Why now? But I couldn't ignore her. She'd left me no valid excuse to refuse. Maybe it was important, or maybe I was just too tired to argue with the situation. I shoved my fatigue down and dragged myself out of bed, my body still screaming for rest. As I made my way to the garden, the weight of weariness clung to me like a second skin.

When I arrived, I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

The garden was bathed in a soft, golden glow from twinkling lights strung through the trees. The romantic sound of violins drifted on the night air, creating an atmosphere that felt like a fairy tale. It was beautiful, romantic.

What's going on? My questions were answered when I finally entered.

At the center of it all were Giselle and Killian, seated at a candlelit table, intimate and far too close for comfort.

My heart twisted painfully in my chest, a lump forming in my throat as I froze. I couldn't move. I didn't need to wonder why Giselle had asked me to come. The answer was sitting right in front of me. She wanted me to see this.

She wanted to make sure I knew that Killian was hers now. That he cared for her more than he ever did for me.

Killian, seated across from her, saw me first. His expression shifted-surprise, tension, and something else I couldn't quite place.

he was trying to reach out to me with his eyes. But I

was thinking, whatever he wanted to

eyes gleaming with thinly veiled triumph. "Ah, Astrid, there

forgot about those papers. Thanks for

me. To make sure I'm aware of the reason why she called

so tightly I thought it might crack. My fingers dug into the edges of the folder I carried,

wanted to explain, to stop the hurt that was radiating off of me. But I wasn't interested in his comfort. "Here," I said, my voice flat as I handed Giselle the documents she had so

her attention already shifting back to Killian, her fingers lightly brushing

her tone dripping with insincerity. "The Pack really owes you

stomach churned. I wanted to snap back, to say something cutting, but I was in no mood to bite back after

feel was the

gnawing, unbearable ache of

should be

on Giselle's

hadn't said a word, but I could feel his eyes on me, like he wanted to say something but couldn't. I could sense his hesitation, his tension, but what did it matter?He had made his choice. He had

point in

barely audible. I

walked straight into her trap. She had succeeded in making me see

leave, Killian's voice stopped me in my tracks. "Astrid-" he

Not when something raw and unexpected was tightening in

long that I hated him, that I had moved on. had convinced myself that all I felt for

cracked. The pain I felt wasn't just anger. It was hurt-genuine,

would he even say? What words