Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Complications



Astrid's POV

The news of my death has finally spread all over the other Packs with the help of Drystan and his connection.

Right now, I'm sure Killian had already received the news. However, I'm not sure if he would believe that I'm dead. With Drystan's help and the careful preparation that we had, there's nothing I should be worried about.

I groaned weakly as I sat on the couch that is inside my room just in front of my bed. I've been feg weak and lightheaded recently. No matter how much I rested and took care of myself, I wasn't getting any better.

Ever since I was attacked two days ago, my wolf has been getting weaker and weaker. I don't know what the cause was which makes it more alarming.

I could just feel the changes happening in my body and I'm doing everything that could help to make my health better.

My body is turning weaker and weaker. It is also the reason why I'm not able to use my strength during the attack, apart from the fact that I was pregnant.

"Ingrid? Ingrid, are you there?" I tried reaching to my wolf when I felt my body worsen.

My wolf did not responded. She's been silent for a long time now. The last thing that she told me was that she might not be able to stay with me anymore.

I don't know exactly what she meant. I tried to wake her up, but she haven't surfaced until now. I just hope that my health would get better soon.

I jolted up and straightened my posture when someone suddenly entered my room. I forced a smile on my face and pushed back my unpleasant fegs as I look at Drystan.

"How are you feg?" Drystan asks me as he sat across from me.

As an Alpha without a Luna to help him by his side, Drystan must be so busy handling his new Pack all by himself.

Even so, he always takes time to check on me, always showing how much he deeply cares for me.

"I'm feg much better now," I lied to him.

Drystan had already done so much for me. I do not want her to worry about me anymore and be a burden to him.

Drystan just stares at me as if he is trying to see through me. I started to feel uneasy because of my lies.

"We have a newly hired Pack Doctor that could help you. You must meet with him and do everything he says," Drystan offers.

I shook my head. I feel bad for accepting more help from him.

"I'm fine, Drystan. My injuries are healing. I wasn't even hurt the last time I was attacked," I argued with him.

"I know, Astrid, but you are also

pregnant. Your body and your baby's health must be closely monitored by a doctor to avoid complications. We need to make sure that everything is okay, Drystan tells me straight into my eyes with concern written all

over his face.

I fell silent as I locked gazes with Drystan. My heart melted with his genuine concern and the kindness that he is showing me.

Of all the people that I've known. He is the only one who cares for me so deeply.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I blurted out pulling Drystan out of his reverie.

I'm just genuinely curious. Drystan and I are not even related. He is my ex-husbands uncle, but he is doing so much just to help me, including helping me in spreading the news that I'm dead to fool his nephew.

I haven't done anything good to Drystan for him to owe me anything. Why is he doing all of these?

Drystan fell silent when he heard my question. He pulls back from meand averts his gaze from me.

It was just a simple question. Why does he look so flustered.

Before things could turn awkward between us because of Drystan's silence, someone barged into the room, interrupting our conversation. "Alpha Drystan!" An urgent voice called out.

Drystan and I both turned to look

where the voice came from. We stilled when we saw the Nightsong Pack's Beta with a frantic look on his face.

"What is it?" Alpha Drystan asks him in serious mode.

It is the face he pulls in front of everyone except for me.

"Alpha Killian of the Silvermoon Pack has finally arrived," he reported, causing the hairs at the back of my neck to raise.

I swallowed hard.

Drystan glanced back at me and gave me an assuring squeeze to comfort.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Let's meet him," Drystan muttered in a cold voice as he wears his game face on and left my room.

I hope Killian wouldn't see through our lies and believe that I'm truly dead.