Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 259

Drystan’s POV

“Alpha, where’s Nova?” The Omega asked as soon as I entered the Pack’s cafeteria.

I glanced over to the table, where two plates lay waiting. One was carefully arranged for me, the other set for Nova, but it felt more like a cruel joke than a meal. The two sets of meals were a stark reminder of her absence.

As I stared at the untouched food, I was reminded again of the scene I’d witnessed — Nova with Michael, sharing laughter and food, their connection effortlessly and bright. It twisted something inside of me.

My stomach, once grumbling with hunger, now churned uncomfortably. It felt heavy, as though a weight had settled in my chest, squeezing out any appetite I had.

“Alpha, where are you going? Are you not going to eat?” The Omega asked, concern lacing her voice as I turned to leave.

“I just remembered that there’s something I need to deal with,” I replied, my voice strained, betraying my inner turmoil.

I glanced back at the freshly heated meal, and guilt crept into me at the thought of wasting their efforts.

“Please have my food sent to the office,” I said, forcing a smile despite the heaviness inside.

“Of course, Alpha.” The Omega smiled in relief, her worry easing as she started packing up the food.

She was glad just to know that I would eat. She and the other pack members had always been concerned about my health, and it eased their concern when they saw me taking care of myself and working less.

I walked back to my office and tried to focus on the papers before me. I had tasks to finish—urgent ones, too—but my mind kept wandering. No matter how hard I concentrated, thoughts of Michael and Nova crept in, uninvited and persistent.

Each time I forced myself to focus, I was plagued by images of them together in private, laughing and sharing moments that felt intimate and exclusive. It pulled me further away from the work that lay scattered across my desk.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration. This wasn’t any of my business. Michael was Nova’s second chance mate. Whatever they did together was naturally out of my concern. I shouldn’t even be thinking about them like this.

After another few minutes of fruitless effort, I stood up from my desk once again. I had been sitting there for over an hour, and I had barely read through one paper. This wasn't working.

Maybe a walk outside would help clear my head. Just a stroll around the Packhouse might be enough to put my mind at ease. Fresh air could do wonders, I hoped.

As I stepped out of my office, I took a deep breath, determined to shake off the weight of my thoughts and return refreshed and focused.

As I walked towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water, I paused at the entrance to the living room.

My heart sank at the sight before me: Michael and Nova were completely absorbed in each other. They were wrapped up in a moment, giving a public display of affection.