Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

Astrid's POV

I stilled when my eyes finally landed on Killian, who was standing at a distance, personally waiting for my arrival.

I don't know how long he had been waiting and how long he had arrived. As the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, he had to personally attend to me, especially on the day of my arrival.

I am a member of the Shadowfang Pack, the daughter of the Shadowfang Pack's Alpha. I came here to lend our Pack's support, which made me their honored guest.

That makes me more important than Killian, the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack himself. If something bad happened to me during my stay here, The Shadowfang Pack would hold them accountable, and the Silvermoon Pack is no match for us. Offending me would be offending the Shadowfang Pack. Just a single complaint from me and their whole Pack would be in danger.

Killian, Giselle, and all the other members of the Pack will have to walk around me on eggshells.

No one could afford to offend the Shadowfang Pack. No one can afford to offend me.

Killian slowly approached me, his eyes never leaving mine. He maintained a civil demeanor, upholding professional behavior in front of me. "How was the journey, Miss Astrid?" He asked smoothly.

I glanced around me casually. "It's been four years since I left. I thought things would look different. I didn't expect that there would be no changes around here."

Killian smiled, and his expression showed a hint of understanding. "You were gone for only four years, not a decade. Time flies fast, and changes happen, but there are always unchanged things you could go back to."

I turned to face him. "I guess so."

I realized then that the Silvermoon Pack had remained unchanged. The same people, the same place I remembered. But the truth settled heavily on my shoulders: I was no longer that same person.

"Miss Astrid, let me show you to your room," Killian said, his tone courteous yet firm. As he spoke, his omegas moved into action, unloading my luggage from the trunk with practiced efficiency.

I silently followed behind Killian, letting him lead the way. I was surprised when Killian did not enter the Packhouse but instead walked past it.

A flicker of confusion crossed my mind; I had assumed I would be staying there.

"Where are we going?" I asked, casting a glance back at the familiar structure, its walls steeped in memories.

Killian turned slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "We have a guest house prepared for you. I thought it would provide you with more privacy."

A guest house? Huh.

I had always known the Packhouse to have enough vacant rooms. When guests stay overnight, I remember how we typically offered them those unoccupied spaces to make use of them.

I thought I would be staying in one of them. I didn't expect that Killian would keep me out of the Packhouse entirely.

Was it because Giselle had advised him, or was it because he didn't trust me?

"You have guests other than me?" I asked, trying to gauge his intentions.

"No, you are our only guest," he replied, his tone steady.

I fell silent as his answer left me with unanswered questions,

After some walking, we finally arrived at the guest house that Killian had mentioned. The house looked decent, and its modern designcontrasted sharply with the older structures that surrounded it.

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Just four years ago, this had been an empty clearing, and now a guest house stood proudly in its place.

The guest house was inviting yet secluded as if designed to keep me at a distance while still offering a sense of comfort. I watched as Killian unlocked the door and

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But as soon as I entered, I was hit by a strong scent that filled my lungs-the sharp smell of fresh paint and latex.

It was overwhelming, the pungent odor making my head spin. Instinctively, I stepped back outside, covering my nose and taking a moment to steady myself. "Astrid, what's wrong?" Killian asked, concerned about etching his features when he saw my reaction.

It was the first time he had called me by my name.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I shot at him, surprising him.

Killian blinked, momentarily taken aback by my sharp response. "I'm sorry, the paint was just finished yesterday. I didn't think it would still smell so strong."

"I have an allergy to latex, Killian! I have just arrived, but you already placed my health at risk," I snapped, my frustration boiling over.

"You are allergic to latex?" He asked, surprise evident in his voice.

Seeing his surprised response, I

scoffed. What could I expect from him? We were once married, but until now, he has no idea that I'm allergic to latex. He never really paid any attention to me before. This just shows how I meant nothing to him.

"It's just typical, isn't it?" I shot back, the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "I guess some things never change," I muttered bitterly, reminding him of his earlier words. Killian looked guilty at my response, his mouth opening as if he was about to say something. But just then, he was interrupted.

"Alpha, should we bring the luggage inside?" one of the Pack Omegas asked, stealing Killian's attention.

"There's no need. Bring them to the largest room in the Packhouse," Killian replied, his tone authoritative. "Yes, Alpha," they spoke in unison and began to move.

I turned to follow them, leaving Killian behind as anger coursed through me.noveldrama