Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 195

Andros’s POV

“Father, it would be such a pity if we don’t put this dress to use. The materials took a lot from our Pack funds,” I tried to reason out to my father with fingers crossed.

I had no choice but to help him since he asked for my help in front of my father, and I knew what answer my father was expecting from me.

My father had always been clear to me about what kind of leader he expected to rule the Pack.

Since I was little, my father always emphasized that a great leader loves the people he leads and would take care of them more than how he values his own life.

Standing up for this sewing manager who made things difficult for me is the only way out of the dilemma he has given me.

“Yes, Alpha! Sir Andros is right. If we are going to make another dress, it will cost us another fortune,” the sewing manager suddenly spoke up in support.

I fought back the scowl that threatened to appear on my face as I glanced at this thick-skinned person who didn’t know shame.

“It doesn’t matte. I’lll be responsible for the Pack funds. You don’t have to make the dress as elaborate as this. Something simple will do,” my father replied. His answer placed me at peace.

If Astrid had been here, I’m afraid that she would have convinced Father to accept the red dress already, ruining my plans.

Asha was right. Astrid is truly ungrateful towards her father. She didn’t even come here with us to take a look at the dress.

I don’t know what act she’s playing. Earlier at breakfast, I asked her if she was excited about her introduction ceremony, and she didn’t hesitate to say yes. It’s clear that she’s ambitious, but she acts like she couldn’t care less at the same time.

She couldn’t even come with us to take a look at the dress. I think it’s a part of her act to make us lower our guards. She’s stupid to believe that Asha and I would be easily fooled by her pretentious acts.

Although father is going along with her, I’m sure he could also sense that something is off with her.

My father had been an Alpha for a long time. He is all too familiar with the schemes in the Pack. Astrid’s little schemes won’t get through to Father.

Father is just treating her nicely because he wants to make up for the lost time he should have had with her.

If Astrid continued to be cold towards my Father, my father would soon wake up and realise that Astrid had just, indeed, been using him.

“B-but A-Alpha—“ the sewing manager stammered, not willing to give in.

“Don’t worry, the sewing department will be well taken care of. Just tell us everything you need and we will provide it for you,” I spoke up, interrupting him before Father could change his mind.