Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 77

Giselle’s POV

I sat perched on the edge of my bed, a warm ceramic mug cradled in my hands as I gazed down, stirring my morning tea with a serene smile playing on my lips.

Speaking of teas, I have just dropped a very hot and fresh one for Drystan and Astrid. The hot tea that I exposed about them had already circulated around all the Packs

I took a deep breath as I felt more happy and relaxed. Today, the world seems brighter, and the air is sweeter since everything has turned in my favor.

My plans had succeeded at last. I could feel the thrill of accomplishment coursing through my veins, mingling with the comforting aroma of my freshly brewed tea.

Finally, I could enjoy the scenic view of the Packhouse’s garden through my window in silence. The Pack members had finally stopped their protests, which gave me the peace that I needed.

As I allowed myself to relax and enjoy my triumph, my peaceful reverie was shattered in an instant.

Without warning, the door to her bedroom burst open, the force slamming against the wall.

Startled by the loud noise, my eyes widened in shock, and I jerked backward. In one fluid motion, the mug slipped from my grasp, the remaining tea sloshed over the rim, and spilled the front of my blouse.

“What on earth—?” I gasped. The words got caught in my throat as I stared, bewildered, at the unexpected intruder.

“What have you done?!” Killian yelled at me angrily, making me flinch back in fear.

I swallowed hard as my heart pounded inside my chest when I felt the immense anger radiating off him. My skin had felt numb from the hot tea that scalded me as I faced Killian, who had a vicious snarl on his face.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked him calmly as I picked up the napkin to dab on my wet blouse.

“I know you’re the one who did that, Giselle. There’s no one else other than us who knew that Astrid and Drystan had an affair. It’s impossible that my mother exposed that thing to someone,” Killian snarled at me with his eyes narrowed into slits.

My brows furrowed when I realized what he was getting angry at. “What’s wrong with what I did?” I stood up and shot back at Killian without denying the truth.

So what if I did it? Why should he get angry about it?

“Is there something bad with what I did?” I retorted.

Killian’s brows creased as his eyes widened in a silent, incredulous stare. The muscles in his neck strained as he struggled to process the words that had just spilled from my lips.