Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 220

Giselle’s POV

The grand hall fell into silence when the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a vision in crimson.

A woman glided into the room, the scarlet silk of her gown cascading around her like molten fire.

Every head turned in rapt attention, the guests utterly transfixed by her captivating presence.

The woman whom I still haven’t recognized moved with a regal, almost otherworldly gaze, her every step fluid and purposeful.

The guests in the hall stood up transfixed; they had already forgotten about the Alpha lineage of the Shadowfang Pack. Their attention is now focused on the woman who has just arrived.

There was an undeniable aura of power that seemed to emanate from this woman, commanding the attention of all who laid eyes upon her as she carried herself with poise and confidence as if she had descended from the heavens above to grace us mortals surrounding her.

Who is this person? How come I haven’t met her before? I, who had no interest in this ceremony whatsoever, leaned forward to steal a glimpse at the woman’s familiar features.

Curiosity piqued me in the face of the woman’s mesmerizing arrival. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she neared the front seats, towards where we were until I got a full glimpse of her face.

A cold chill ran down my spine, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Gripping the delicate lace of my gown, I was suddenly awash with a whirlwind of emotions.

This couldn’t be! How come that woman is actually Astrid?!

I stared at Astrid with wide eyes, hoping that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I blinked my eyes to clear them, but when I opened them, I saw Astrid staring right through me, her eyes devoid of any emotions.

Before I could close my mouth, which was hanging open in shock, Astrid turned her gaze away and stared forward at the people standing on stage.

I instinctively glanced at Killian to see his reaction. Just like me, the shock was written all across his face.

His eyes intently followed Astrid’s every step until she had arrived on stage.

Jealousy burned inside of me when I saw the depth in Killian’s eyes as she stared at Astrid. The pools of his eyes held deep emotions as he stared at her.

Killian never gazed at me the way he is gazing at her right now. Not only is he the only person gazing at Astrid with such intensity. Even the other guests in the room were also mesmerized by her.

My eyes narrowed, my gaze burning into Astrid’s statuesque figure. I felt infuriated by the aura of power radiating off her and her confidence, which had captivated everyone’s attention.

How was it possible that she could effortlessly captivate an entire room when I had always struggled to command even a fraction of that presence?