Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 198

Giselle’s POV

The air hung heavy around me as my anger pulsed through my veins. As soon as I heard that Killian was doing something behind my back again, I instantly rushed to his office to confront him.

I stood before Killian’s door, my back straight and my jaw set in a line of unyielding resolve.

The guard, a young man with a face still too smooth to hold the weight of authority, stood before me. His hands hovered nervously near the door handle as he faced me.

He must be a newly recruited Pack Warrior, and he was assigned to guard Killian’s room to keep everyone outside.

“I need to speak to Killian,” I spoke, my voice a low, icy rumble. It wasn’t a request. It was a demand, a command delivered with the chilling certainty of a queen issuing a decree.

My words were laced with a chilling coldness, a warning that I was not to be trifled with, as I fixed my gaze on the mahogany door.

I could feel his palpable fear as he stared through me. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead before he answered me. “L-Luna, the Alpha is currently discussing Pack matters with Beta Ryder inside. He s-specifically ordered me n-not to let a-anyone inside,” his voice turned softer and softer until he reached the end of his sentence.

“What did you say?” I finally met his gaze with one of my brows raised,

The guard lowered his head. He dared not meet my gaze, afraid that he might ignite my anger.

“Y-You c-can w-wait o-out h-here L-luna. I-I’ll i-inform t-the A-alpha of y-your a-arrival,” The guard’s stuttering turned so bad that he looked like he was going to faint already.

There’s no way that I’m going to stand out here and wait! So, I pushed him aside and barged inside. The door burst open, catching everyone's attention.

My eyes that usually sparkled with warmth, were now twin pools of fury as I stormed inside with rage silently seeping off me, pushing the air out of the room.

Ryder, instinctively sensing the shift in the atmosphere, rose from his seat and moved aside, his own apprehension now tinged with a touch of fear.

With a silent and almost predatory grace, I moved past him with purposeful and heavy steps.

A thunderclap of sound echoed in the room when I slammed my fist on Killian’s mahogany desk.