Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 271

Astrid’s POV

I paused at the doorway, my hand hovering over the handle as I turned back to face her. Anya’s tone was urgent, but the firmness in her gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

Something in her eyes made me feel uneasy, as if she was about to reveal something I wasn’t prepared to hear.

“Sure,” I replied, my voice barely steady. I shut the door softly before moving to the corner of the room, putting some distance between Killian and us.

Anya took a step closer, her face softening ever so slightly. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Killian—still unconscious on the bed, unaware of the conversation happening around him.

Anya looked back at me, her expression solemn. “Miss Astrid,” she began, her voice quiet but laced with emotion. “There’s something you should know. Something Killian hasn’t said, but I believe you deserve to hear.”

I frowned, confusion twisting in my chest as I waited for her to continue. “What is it?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice. What could Killian be hiding from me?

Anya swallowed, her fingers twisting together as if bracing herself for the weight of her words. “Alpha Killian misses you,” she whispered. “More than you realize. All these years, he’s been living with regret for everything he did to you.”

I leaned back, disbelief washing over me as her words sank in. “What are you talking about? You must be mistaken.”

Anya’s gaze softened further, her expression almost sympathetic. “Alpha Killian has been so lonely since you left. Not a day goes by that you don’t cross his mind. In the years I’ve served him, I’ve never once seen him truly smile.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. “Anya, you’re new here, and that’s why you’re mistaken. You weren’t around when Killian and I were still married. If you had been, you wouldn’t think his loneliness has anything to do with me.”

Anya stepped closer, her voice gentle but insistent. “You’re right. I wasn’t there to witness what happened between you two. But I’m certain about what I’ve seen.”

“Alpha Killian doesn’t love Giselle the way you think. He married her out of obligation, not love. She was pregnant, and he felt trapped. Beyond that, there’s nothing,” Anya added to allow her words to sink into my mind.

“How can you say that?” I shot back, frustration bubbling up. “Killian and I were married for five years, and we only shared the same bed once.”

“If he wasn’t drugged back then, I’d be the only divorced woman who is still a virgin,” I scoffed. “He never took me out, never showed me the affection he shows Giselle. You can’t tell me he doesn’t love her. He made his choice.”

Anya met my gaze, unflinching. “Are you sure, Miss Astrid? Are you sure Killian treats Giselle any differently than he treated you? Or is it just what you want to believe?”

I froze, her words hitting deeper than I expected. Before I could respond, Anya continued, her voice unwavering.

“If Alpha Killian truly loved Luna Giselle—if he treated her as his wife—do you think she would need to drug him just to get close to him? Just to make him stay?” Her eyes narrowed as she shot her questions to me.