Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 208

Astrid’s POV

I held myself together as I locked gazes with Giselle. She knew I heard her words. She probably spoke it out loud to make sure that I would hear her.

“Does it even matter who she is? As long as she’s a member of the Shadowfang Pack, for sure she could help us. If we want to impress their Alpha, we must at least impress her first.” I heard someone whisper.

However, Giselle only laughed, stealing everyone’s attention. “She’s just a mistress, she had no influence over the affairs of the Shadowfang Pack. It would be better if you just go directly to the Alpha instead of wasting your time with her.”

I forced back a smile when I heard her words. She had no idea just how much influence I had here ever since I became the Pack’s acting beta.

“Astrid,” Giselle’s voice, laced with venom, cut through the air. “She’s just a mistress, after all. A temporary distraction a fleeting fancy. For sure the Alpha will get bored of her just like how the previous Alphas she dated did.”

I’ve been holding myself together, trying my best to ignore Giselle’s words and avoid making a scene in front of the guests.

However, when I heard what she had just said, my vision darkened, and I finally snapped.

“Giselle,” I began, my voice trembling with barely contained fury. “You have no right—“

But before I could unleash the torrent of words building inside of me, a female’s voice, sharp and clear, cut through the air.

“Giselle,” a pregnant woman stood up from the crowd. “Don’t you dare speak of mistresses,” she spoke, her voice low and dangerous. “You of all people, should know better than to throw stones in a glass house.”

I stared at the woman who spoke, wondering why she stood up for me when this had nothing to do with her.

Her words hung heavy in the air. Everybody seemed to hold their breath, the murmur of conversation fading into a hushed silence.

Giselle’s face once flushed with indignation, paled as the weight of Vanessa’s words sunk in.

Where is Giselle’s sting? Where is the audacity she held in shaming me? The moment that the woman spoke up, Giselle was instantly reduced to ashes.

“For a moment there, I thought she was describing herself,” I spoke up, adding fuel to the fire.

I was stunned into silence when the woman suddenly laughed at my words. Her laughs came from the pit of her stomach. She really found my words so hilarious.

Giselle’s face turned red as a tomato as she stared at us, unable to say a word. The woman’s words really drove into her with a chilling precision, breaking Giselle’s facade.

Everyone who was so interested in me turned their interest on her and started talking about her.