Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 267: Dinner Date

Killian's

POV

I stood in the Pack garden, surveying the scene Ryder had arranged. The twinkling lights, the candles, and the soft, romantic music of violins floating in the air.

I exhaled slowly, feeling a mixture of discomfort and obligation tightening in my chest. This was supposed to be simple a casual dinner to get Giselle's DNA sample. But Ryder whom I placed in charge of the arrangements, had gone overboard.

'Overly romantic,' I thought, resisting the urge to grimace. I had only asked Ryder to make some basic arrangements. I didn't expect this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Giselle approaching, her face lighting up the moment she saw the garden transformed into what could only be described as a romantic haven.

She smiled brightly when the musicians appeared seemingly out of nowhere, playing their violins in a melody so delicate it almost made me wince.

I tried to push down the discomfort as I pulled out the chair for her, forcing a polite smile as she settled into the seat. Her smile was wide, too wide, and her eyes shone as if she were on the verge of tears. This wasn't what I intended.

"Thank you, Killian," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion as she looked up at me. Her gratitude was clear, but it was laced with something deeper-hope, something I didn't want to give. "This is our first date," she added, as if the realization had just struck her.

I clenched my jaw, nodding but staying silent. 'First date.' The words hung heavily in the air between us. Astrid and I never had that chance. How I wish that Astrid is the person in front of me now.

Giselle continued, her voice growing more emotional. "I honestly thought you didn't care about me. Ever since we got married, you've been so distant. I thought I wasn't important to you."

and she smiled again, this time more fragile. "But... this-this shows

could feel her hope swelling, her belief in this false idea that tonight was about her,

way. I needed

of the plan. I just needed the damn DNA sample. She was so thankful, so filled with relief that I almost felt guilty. Almost. But as she looked

our life, whether I

table and lightly touched my hand, her fingers trembling. "Thank you, Killian. This means so much more than you

mind already working on how to get through the rest of the evening. The sooner this

turned into a stop when I caught a glimpse of movement at

What is

anger surged through me when it hit me - Giselle had called

this setup,

was never supposed

eyes met for a split second, but that

gaze anger, hurt, betrayal. And the worst part? The misunderstanding that cut deeper than I had ever

thought this was real. That I cared for

to stop her, to explain that this wasn't what it seemed.

the shadows of the night. The ache she left behind was a weight I wasn't prepared

holding the papers as if nothing had happened, looked up at me with a soft smile, oblivious to the devastation she'd just caused. "She's always so reliable,"

I barely spoke. I couldn't

mind kept drifting off to Astrid, relentlessly playing that look in her eyes - the anger, the betrayal,