Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 264

Killian’s POV

I sat at my desk, staring at the reports scattered before me, but the words might as well have been written in another language. No matter how many times I read the same line, the numbers didn’t make sense, the words refused to stick.

I’d been at this for hours, trying to focus on pack matters—on the budgets, the patrol schedules, and the ongoing negotiations. All things that needed my attention, things I should care about. But no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept slipping.

Back to that night.

The night when everything had almost changed between Astrid and me.

I closed my eyes, the memory washing over me like a wave. I could still see her so clearly. The way her eyes softened, the flicker of something vulnerable and dangerous in her gaze.

The way her breath caught in her throat when our lips had come so close to touching. Too close. That look in her eyes had shattered something inside me, and yet... I had still pulled away.

I could still feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, the moment when temptation had nearly swallowed me whole. I hadn’t planned on anything happening that night.

Hell, I’d just gone to her room to update her on the latest discussion I’d had with Damien. It was supposed to be business, pure and simple.

But the air between us had shifted, the boundaries we’d always tried to hold onto crumbling under the weight of what had always been there.

Since that night, my wolf had been restless, growling at me, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

Every night, he bothered me, clawing at my thoughts, demanding that I go to her.

It took all of my strength to remain in my room, to force myself not to give in to what I so desperately wanted. To stay away from her. To not let myself enter her room and ravish her the way I craved.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could resist.

Giselle and I don’t even share the same room. We never have. Even after we married, I never shared her bed—not once.

Not that she ever asked or seemed to care. We were married for one reason and one reason only: Ryker. Our son. The only thing that keeps us tethered together.

And even though Giselle had sacrificed for me, even though she stood by my side, I never felt the pull toward her. I never desired her.

I never looked at Giselle with lust or longing. She had always been... practical. Necessary. But Astrid? Astrid was different.

My body burned for her. Every night. It was like a fire inside me, one that never went out, no matter how many times I doused it with guilt or responsibility.

And in the mornings, when I’d see her, all I could think about was the night I rejected her. The night I stopped something that I had wanted more than anything.

I couldn’t forget the way she looked at me after I pulled away. Her disappointment still haunted me. The hurt, the confusion—hell, the betrayal in her eyes—it was all seared into my memory.

She knew how much I wanted her. She had to know. But I couldn’t let it happen. Not then. Not now.