Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 407: Secret Identity

Astrid's POV

Killian halted mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as he turned to face me. His brow knitted together, the golden hue of his eyes darkening with unease.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice low, guarded.

I hesitated for just a heartbeat before the words poured out, tumbling over each other in a rush.

"Alpha Cedric," I said, my voice tight with urgency. "At the council meeting-he stood up, questioning us, doubting our leadership, our decisions."

Killian's brows pinched together as he processed my words.

"What if... what if it wasn't just him being confrontational? What if it was

intentional? Designed to sow distrust, to divide us?" I asked him

Killian's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he digested my words. A flicker of understanding crossed his face, followed by something colder, harder.

Slowly, he nodded. "I've been thinking the same thing," he admitted, his tone heavy with thought.

"When Andros suggested there could be a traitor, Cedric was the first person who came to mind. His words earlier—they weren't just challenges. They were aimed to make everyone question us, to stir doubt. And his timing..." He shook his head, his jaw clenching. "It's like he's trying to turn the others against us."

him. So far, he's the only one who has

a damning direction, but doubt gnawed

the traitor, I won't be easy on him. He will be publicly punished to set as a warning

we're wrong, Killian?" I asked, my voice quieter

he's innocent? We can't just suspect him because of the words he had said in the council meeting. We can't afford to act on assumptions. If we accuse him without proof, we'll prove his point-that our judgment is flawed. And if he's loyal..." I trailed off, the weight

expression darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, the only sound was

nodded, his movements slow, deliberate. "You're right," he said finally. "We can't act on suspicion alone. If we're wrong, accusing him will do more harm than good. But if we're right..." His voice faltered, and he inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "If

exhaled slowly, my heart

steady myself. "We need proof," I said firmly, meeting his gaze. “If he's working with the rogue

evidence-letters, meetings,vel

have to

it," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "I will send

on him. He w

he wouldn't even know that

suspicious of him."

refused to dissipate. "You should send the best man to investigate. We need to find

Ryder to this," he said decisively. "He's discreet and thorough. If Cedric is hiding something,

Ryder brought a flicker of reassurance, but the knot in

any missteps," I reminded him, my voice low but firm. "The longer this drags on, the more damage Cedric-or whoever the traitor is-can

said, his voice sharp