Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 224

Astrid’s POV

“Nova, you… you looked different,” I muttered as I failed to find the words to describe how much she had glowed up.

“I’m sorry I was late. I didn’t arrive on time to witness the ceremony,” Nova spoke with her eyes squinted a bit as she felt bad for being late.

I was so annoyed and so angry when I didn’t see her presence in the ceremony. I thought she wouldn’t come.

She said in her letter that she would attend my ceremony and introduce her mate to me. I was heartbroken when I didn’t see her in the grand hall earlier.

“I forgive you since you stayed true to your words and still came,” I answered in a forgiving tone. “By the way, where is your mate? Didn’t you say you’ve found him already? You said you’re going to introduce me to him.”

Nova smiled shyly when she heard my questions. She looked behind her and gestured for the man who was with her.

“Astrid, this is Michael,” Nova announced as she beckoned her mate towards me.

As I turned to face the newcomer, words fled my lips when his scent hit my nose. It wasn’t only his appearance that captivated me, but his unmistakable scent of being human.

“Michael, this is Astrid, my friend, who I have always talked about.” Nova turned to her mate and spoke to him.

I was tongue-tied as I looked at Nova. How could this be? Nova’s mate is a human? Does he even know that she’s a werewolf, and is he even aware that he is her mate?

I have so many questions, but I couldn’t ask them in front of this guy.

“It’s nice to meet you,” A dimple appeared on his cheeks when he showed me a smile. “Nova told me a lot about you. She said that the two of you are so close that you were practically sisters.”

Nova met my gaze, and then her eyes snapped at Michael, reminding me to answer his question.

I forced a smile as I glanced back at Michael. Although Michael is human, he’s actually not that bad.

His physique even matches Nova so well. Appearance-wise, they are a perfect match.

Just by judging Michael’s face, I could tell that he is a good person, a type that can’t hurt a fly.

Michael has that effortless charm of a boy next door — tousled dark hair that looked like it had been styled by the wind, framing a face that was both familiar and intriguing.

There was a comfort about him, like the kind you’d find in a favorite sweater — easy and unpretentious.

However, since he is human, I couldn’t help but worry about Nova’s future.