Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 223

Astrid’s POV

Alpha Theron gazed at me with a wistful look in his eyes, reflecting a tapestry of emotions within them after Andros had left, leaving only the both of us behind.

I shifted on my feet, feeling uncomfortable under his nostalgic gaze. He is staring at me with memories playing in his eyes.

And then, the corners of his lips curled slightly, like he had just woken up from a dream.

“Oh, Astrid. You’ve grown up so much already. Your dress really looks good on you,” Alpha Theron muttered, confirming my thoughts.

He is staring at me the way a father does when he looks at his grown-up daughter while reliving past memories.

“I wish I was there to see you grow up. I wish I was really there with your mom,” he whispered with pain in his voice.

A lump formed inside my throat when I heard his words. In the past, he had the option to fulfill those wishes he mentioned.

However, in the end, he still chose to leave us. It doesn’t matter whether he regretted his decision or not.

The day he needed to make the crucial decision, the time that we needed him the most, he had set his priorities, and we weren’t on top of them.

“Enjoy your day, Astrid,” he spoke, his voice a gentle breeze carrying the weight of unspoken words.

I gave him a respectful nod, accepting his words gratefully. I gazed at him for a moment longer before I gracefully excused myself, stepping away, engulfed in my lonely silence yet again.

After this ceremony, there was a whole banquet waiting for us, an after-celebration for my introduction ceremony, which meant that I would have to meet those guests yet again.

My mind reeled back to when I made eye contact with Giselle. I couldn’t forget how pale and horrified she looked when she saw me and realized my real identity.

Her reaction was imprinted on the front of my mind, and I couldn’t shake the memory away.

On the other hand, Killian held a more complicated reaction. Unlike Giselle, it was hard to see through his thoughts.

Aside from the shock that was written all over Killian’s face, there’s nothing more I saw from him.

I was waiting for regret to flash through his face, but there was nothing aside from the look of shock that was written all over his face.

As I stepped into the grand banquet hall, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned to me like moths to a flame.

Last night, none of the guests paid me any attention. No one even bothered to hold a conversation with me. I felt like an invisible person around them, just someone insignificant.