Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Astrid’s POV

“I am not just a warrior in this Pack, Killian. I am also your wife and your Luna. Why should I apologize to your mistress that is not even a part of this Pack,” I blurted out as I pointed an angry finger at Giselle.

Killian only scoffed in response. He looked at me mockingly like I was a joke to him. “You are so delusional!” He answered back frustratingly.

“When have I ever seen you as my mate and Luna?” He questioned taking me aback and causing a sharp pain in my chest. “If it wasn’t for you, Giselle and I wouldn’t have separated.”

My body ran cold when I heard his blunt response. I never thought that he was blaming me for what happened between him and Giselle.

“Killian… I’m your mate,” I retorted with my lips quivering.

“A mate that I never wanted!” He yells back and shatters what is left of my broken heart.

“K-Killian, the moon goddess chose us to be together. How could you choose someone else over me?” I asked back as my wolf whimpered inside of me.

His rejection caused a fatal blow to my heart because of the mate bond.

“I don’t care! All this time I never cared! You are just a mere Pack Warrior. If you hadn’t manipulated my father into forcing me to mark you, I would have marked Giselle as my mate and Luna instead.”

I held myself together as I locked gazes with him. Looking into his eyes, I knew he was telling the truth. In the years that we have marked each other, I knew that he never liked me, but it hurts as hell to hear the truth come out of his lips.

“I never manipulated your father, Killian. I never asked him to force us into this marriage,” I rebutted to clear my name.

“Really? Why would my father force me to mark a mere warrior if you haven’t deceived him?!” Killian shot back, turning me speechless.

Even if I’m telling the truth, it was hard to prove my innocence with his question.

“Giselle had already suffered so much because of you. You do not have to punish her anymore,” Killian hissed with menace making my body turn rigid.

I fell quiet as I stood still in front of them. Killian thinks that I’m bullying Giselle. Killian thinks that I’m the reason why he and Giselle broke up. Killian thinks that I manipulated his father to force him into marking me.

In short, he thinks that I’m a manipulative woman who wormed her way out to become the Pack Luna and separated him from the love of his life.

To him, I am the villain that ruined his life.

“Giselle, are you okay? Does anything hurt?” Killian asked softly, his anger vanished instantly as he fussed over Giselle worriedly.

I blinked as I felt tears pricking my eyes. Killian crouched down and looked at Giselle with concern etched all over his face like she was a fragile doll. Killian has never looked at me like that.

“I’m okay, but I’m afraid,” Giselle’s eyes watered as she looked into Killian and gripped his sleeves for comfort. “I badly fell on the floor. What if something happened to the baby? I need to go to the hospital and have it checked. I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I know that the baby is fine,” Giselle muttered with her lips curled downwards.

“Don’t worry, I will take you to the hospital,” Killian comforted her and carried her in his arms without questions.

They left the room and rushed to the hospital leaving me behind like I wasn’t even there.

My lips stretched slightly as I looked at the calendar. Today is our anniversary. No one even remembered it, not even him.

I was planning to tell him my surprise that I was pregnant with his child, but I was the one who got surprised instead.

Before my thoughts could spiral down and cause me to gloat, I cleaned Killian’s office knowing that he would be expecting it to be clean and spotless when he arrived.

I cleaned up the mess that Giselle made and organized his things in his office while I was at it. His office was as good as new when I finished.

Only when I was done with cleaning, did I finally tend to my wound.

My wound on the leg is long and deep and I have to tend to it myself. As a Pack Warrior though, I’ve seen wounds much more grotesque than this, and I’ve had some uglier wounds myself. Most of my wounds, I had to clean on my own to avoid infection.

This shouldn’t be a big deal, but I couldn’t help but overstate my situation because of Giselle. It is still clear in my head how Killian was worried sick about her and how he brought her to the hospital for nothing.

She had no injuries, but Killian was so worried. Meanwhile, he couldn’t care less about me.

When I was done applying ointment on my wound and wrapping it in a bandage, I finally walked out of Killian’s office and locked his door closed.

“Astrid.”

I turned around in surprise when I heard someone call my name. My brows furrowed, not expecting anyone to be still outside at this hour.

“Drystan?” I called back when I saw Killian’s uncle standing in the dark, smiling at me.

The wrinkles on my brows straightened and I beamed happily when I saw him. Drystan is a kind guy who has always been nice to me. What is he doing here?

Drystan is the Alpha of the Nightsong Pack. He was originally the powerful heir of our pack but was excluded because he wasn’t the eldest son. So, he set up his own Pack which is very unique from the others.

His Pack is the only Pack that doesn’t follow the status class. In the Nightsong Pack, everyone is equal like in human society. The members are not classified by the level of their power.

“What happened to your leg?” Drystan frowned when he saw my leg wrapped in a bandage.

Nothing really escapes his eye. Even in the dark, he still noticed my leg wound.

“I got it during practice,” I lied in between my teeth. I know that if he finds out what truly happened, he will get angry. Drystan could be too concerned about me than his own good.

Drystan’s brows knotted together upon hearing my answer. It’s in the middle of the night and my wound is still fresh, I also just came out of Killian’s office. How could I have gotten my wound on a practice match?

“Is everything okay?” He asks me with concern in his face.

I forced a smile on my face. “Of course I’m fine, I‘m just tired,” I waved him off.

Drystan wasn’t the least convinced of my words.

He knew I was lying. He knew I was hiding something, but he also knew when to trust me.