Brken

Chapter 32: Dinner

Killian’s POV

I twirled the pasta with my fork with a bored expression on my face. I had no appetite to eat, but my mother forced me to join her for dinner.

I thought she had something important to say to me, but I was surprised when I saw that Giselle would be joining us for dinner.

My Beta had mentioned to me before that my mother and Giselle are getting along pretty well.

I also noticed that the two of them have been spending so much time together in the last week. I just pretended that I hadn’t noticed this and busied myself for work.

There are a lot of things I had to handle anyway so I got no time to spare for other matters.

“Killian, you’ve gotten so thin. What happened?” Mother sounded so alarmed as she looked at my face. “Giselle, why are you not taking care of my son?”

I was about to tell her that I was fine. I have just become busy lately, but I was stopped short when she suddenly asked Giselle a weird question. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Take care of me? Why is it Giselle’s job to take care of me?

Giselle softly smiled and dabbed a napkin on her mouth as she slowly faced my mother. “I’m sorry Mother, I’ve been doing everything I can to support him. Killian, are you not eating the meals that I have sent for you?” Giselle questioned me.

I was tongue–tied as my eyes darted back and forth between my mother and Giselle. “What is going on here?” I asked them cluelessly.

I already had a bare guess of what could be happening here, but I’m still not sure if that is it. I hope it’s not it.

Giselle has been sending me freshly cooked meals on time in my office and she even has snacks brought in between meals for me. Sometimes, she would also send along little things as a token for me.

I never placed any meaning on that. I thought she was just. sending those things because she’s just genuinely concerned about my well–being.

How could I pay attention to it when she never personally delivered anything? Her assistant would come to my office to deliver everything on her behalf–like it wasn’t something personal.

If only I knew that they had been planning something like this behind my back, I wouldn’t have accepted anything under her

name.

I thought I made things clear to her the first time she tried to make a move on me. I never expected that she would win my mother’s heart and use her to win me too.

“What is happening here, mother? Are you planning something that you haven’t discussed with me again?” I asked my mother in a stern voice.

My mother has the habit of doing things of her own will. Even though I am already the Pack’s Alpha, she sees me like I am just his son.

“Is this something that we even have to discuss, Killian? Astrid is dead, the Pack needs a new Luna. What better candidate there is aside from Giselle who is already carrying your own child?” Mother spoke straightforwardly.

I gripped my fork tightly until my knuckles turned white.

Last week the spy I hired to investigate the Nightsong Pack came back with the news that Astrid is dead… for real.

Until now, my wolf still couldn’t accept that his mate was dead. He keeps on insisting that he could still feel a faint connection with her.

It only made Drystan’s explanation have more sense regarding how a wolf could fall into denial when his mate dies.

“Our Pack members are not even demanding a new Luna yet,” I scoffed at my mother..

“Look at you, son! You barely eat, you barely sleep. Your Beta has told me that you have been working extra and taking night shifts ever since Astrid left. You can’t keep going like this, Killian. If you continue like this you will get sick and the Pack will lose their Alpha also,” my mother countered with a crease on her forehead.

I dropped my fork on the table and stared at my mother directly into her eyes. “What makes you think that Giselle could help me and lessen my workload, mother? She doesn’t have any experience in anything like this. It would also be more troublesome that I had to teach her everything,” I rebutted even though Giselle is currently with us.

“You don’t have to teach her anything. I’ve been training her to work as a Luna for the past week and she exceeded my

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expectations. I assure you, she would be a better Luna than Astrid.”

I frowned at my mother’s words. Where could I find a person that is better than Astrid? Ever since she left, I learned to appreciate her more and I realized how much I have looked down on her. I made a huge mistake in letting her go.

“I don’t think that the Pack members would think the same as you,” I muttered in a disinterested voice.

“That’s why I called you out for dinner,” my mom answered. “I want you to give Giselle a serious task that could gain her recognition in the pack. Give her something that is easy for a beginner like her.”

My mouth fell open in disbelief when I heard her words.

Selene Souchon Author

Finally, they all believed that Astrid is dead, but why don’t I feel good about it?