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Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 268
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Chapter 268: Strange Addiction Killian's POV I drank my cold water in large gulps, hoping to quell the growing heat inside me, but instead, it seemed to intensify.

The cold liquid did nothing to cool the fire surging through my body. Every attempt to shake off the sensation only made it worse, an uncontrollable current of raw desire that leftdisoriented.

My mind drifted, unwillingly, back to Astrid her eyes, her presence still lingering in the back of my thoughts. "Killian, are you alright?" Giselle's voice broke through the haze, and I flinched when her hand suddenly touched my arm.

The innocent contact sent an unexpected jolt through me, and I pulled back instinctively.

Something stirred insideagain, something I didn't want to acknowledge.

I was still sitting across from Giselle, but my body was betrayingin ways I couldn't control.

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I could feel her watching me, concern written all over her face, but I couldn't explain what was happening.

I wasn't sure I even understood it myself.

"Should we go back to our rooms?" she suggested, her voice gentle and sultry in my ears.

I forced myself to meet her gaze, trying to mask the storm brewing inside. "Sure, let's do that," I replied, my voice coming out tight and strained. "We're done eating anyway." I stood up to leave, desperate to get away from this. But before I could take a step, Giselle approached me, her hands suddenly on my body, gripping my arms softly.

"Killian, we've been married for three years now. Are we still going to sleep in different rooms?" Giselle spoke in a low voice as she stepped forward, closing the distance between us and pressing her body against mine.

I stared at her, my mind feeling hazy, as if everything aroundwas spinning slightly out of control.

I swallowed hard before I grabbing her hands and pushing them away from me. "I'm tired, Giselle. Let's talk about this tomorrow," I said firmly and walked past her, the need to escape stronger than ever. "Killian, wait!" she shouted, trying to catch up to me, her voice filled with desperation.

She stepped forward, but before she could reach me, Beta Ryder appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path. "Luna Giselle, it's dark already," Ryder said calmly, his voice steady. "Allowto guide you to your room." I didn't stop. I even turned my head around to take a glance. I couldn't. I needed to be away from all of this - away from her before I lose my control.

I don't know what's happening to myself.

"Get out of the way, Ryder!" Giselle snapped, trying to push past him. "I need to talk to Killian!" But Ryder didn't budge. His presence was calm, unshakable, the way it always was when he was silently watching over things. "Luna, with all due respect, Alpha Killian is tired. We'll handle everything tomorrow." Giselle's frustration flared, and I could hear the struggle in her voice. "I don't need an escort, Ryder! Move!" But he stood firm, wall between her and me. "It's late, Luna. Lettake you to your room." I could hear Giselle's protests growing fainter as I walked further away, grateful for Ryder's intervention. Ryder had been there the whole time, watching, ensuring that we obtain the DNA sample that we needed and make sure nothing goes wrong.

Ryder knowsso well as my Beta. He immediately cout of his hiding place to help when he saw what Giselle is attempting to do to me.

As I moved further into the darkness, Ryder's words echoed behind me, calm and commanding. "Luna, please. It's tto go.

The heat in my veins hadn't subsided. In fact, it had only intensified the further I walked away from the garden. My mind was spinning, my body still restless, unsettled. Every step I took felt heavier, the desire gnawing at me, impossible to ignore.

Before I realized what was happening, my feet carriedthrough the corridors, my mind barely registering the path I was taking until I found myself standing outside her door.

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Astrid.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The intensity I'd been trying to suppress surged forward, and now, standing here, it wasn't just et desire coursing through me-it was also that pent up desire I've been fighting back for so many nights before this. This time, I had no control to fight against it anymore.

I shouldn't be here. I knew that. But my body wouldn't listen. My heart wouldn't listen.

Without thinking, I raised my hand and knocked, my pulse pounding in my ears. The sound of my fist against the wood felt too loud in the quiet of the night, but I didn't back down. I couldn't walk away now.

A moment later, the door opened, and there she was-Astrid, standing in front of me, surprise flashing across her face before her expression hardened.

Her guard was up, her eyes already full of questions I wasn't sure I had the answers to Killian?" she asked, swers her voice a mixture of confusion and tension. "What are you doing here?"

I swallowed, trying to push down the heat that was coursing through me. I couldn't let her see what was going on inside me, couldn't let her know how badly I wanted to reach out, to pull her close, to explain everything that had been weighing onsince the moment I saw her. "I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice low, rougher than I intended. "I just " I broke off, shaking my head as I struggled to find the right words. "I had to see you." Her eyes flickered with confusion, anger, and something else I couldn't quite place. "After what I just saw, you had to see me?" she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"I didn't mean for you to see that," I said quickly, stepping forward without thinking, the space between us shrinking. "It's not what you think." She raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest as if she were physically shielding herself from"Oh? Then tell me, Killian what am I supposed tothink? That your romantic dinner with Giselle was just sinnocent misunderstanding?"

My pulse raced, the intensity of the e moment making it hard to breathe. The heat insidethe ache to touch her, to make her understand, was overwhelming. "It wasn't real," I insisted, my voice raw with desperation. "None of it was real.'