Ch. 216..220: Reclaiming My Broken Luna Chapter 216-220

Chapter 216: Failed Schemes

Astrid's POV

Trepidation crept up my spine as I silently followed the sewing manager, who called us out because there was something he wanted to show us.

I fell one step behind him, not trusting him fully. Glancing sidelong, I motioned for my most trusted attendant to fall in beside me.

I decided to bring her along with me, just in case something happened. Today is my introduction ceremony, and I couldn't be too sure of my safety. Something bad had already happened with the dress. I couldn't expect that things would go on smoothly.

This could be a trap to lure me out. With my trusted attendant by my side, I will be reassured in case any unforeseen challenges arise.

I know not everyone has already accepted me as Alpha Theron's daughter, and Asha is one of them.

Knowing what Asha is like, I'm sure she would try all that she could to stop the ceremony from happening smoothly.

Even though I still had no idea about what happened to the dress, I'm already sure that she is the person behind this problem.

I had to be careful or else Asha could win this time and really ruin the whole ceremony.

The sewing manager pushed the huge mahogany doors, and then we barged inside.

The first thing I saw inside the room were the seamstresses working together, stitching designs on a torn dress.

When they saw me coming, they instantly dropped the dress and stood up to bow their heads to me.

"Miss Astrid, this is the dress that you were supposed to wear today," the sewing manager explained as he took the dress and showed it to me.

My brows furrowed when I saw the torn-up fabric. Some of the torn fabric was already stitched together with designs, but the dress was torn in a lot of pieces that were almost unwearable.

It would take it least days to stitch all these together without making it look like the fabric was torn to pieces.

"Last night, we showed this dress to Alpha Theron and he was so happy with it. However, when we were about to deliver your dress to your room this morning, we were just surprised to see that the dress were already torn to pieces," the sewing manager explained as I took a look at the torn white dress.

I felt bad as I admired the immaculate white dress that I was supposed to wear today. The pristine white gown seemed to glow with an almost ethereal luminescence. It's such a pity that no one got to wear it before it was ruined.

"Who did this?" I asked him as I caressed the dress's soft fabric. It is impeccably smooth with layers of expensive fabric. Wearing this dress would feel like wearing a cloud literally.

"It was Miss Asha," he answered bitterly. He hid his face from mine to hide the scowl that formed on his face. "After Alpha Theron saw and approved the dress, she sneaked in and torn the dress into pieces."

"If that's so, why didn't you report it to Alpha Theron?" I asked him. They could have just gone directly to him instead of begging me for help.

"Haven't you seen how Alpha Theron treats his precious daughter?" He shot back at me with utter disbelief etched across his features as his gaze locked onto mine.

"Even if we have the full video of

Miss Asha slicing off your dress to pieces, Alpha Theron will never place punishment on his precious

daughter. Instead we will suff nee

punishment for failing to protect the dress," the sewing manager explained.

"Alpha Theron loves her daughter so much. If he found out about this, we will be punished instead and Miss Asha will easily get away unpunished," one of the seamstresses spoke up in support.

I fell silent when I heard their words. As an Alpha, it is Alpha Theron's job to be fair to all of his pack members, including his children. He couldn't just let his own children get away from punishment.

I wanted to assure them that reporting this to Alpha Theron is the right thing to do. However, letting Alpha Theron know about this would only place these innocent people in danger.

"Then what plan do you have? How are you going to solve this probelm? The ceremony is about to start, and this dress is nowhere near completed. I couldn't go there wearing shirt and pants," I argued. The sewing manager turned to face the seamstress, "Bring the other dress," he commanded them.

I watched in wait as the seamstresses went out to bring the other dress that the sewing manager was talking about.

"Before we created this white dress,

Miss Astrid, we created another dress which supposed to be the dress that you would wear on the ceremony. It's the first dress that we showed to Alpha Theron, but he didn't like it so we were forced to make a new one," the sewing

manager explained while we waited.

A delighted expression crossed my features when I finally laid my eyes on the dress that he was talking about.

The crimson red fabric, the careful elaborate designs, that's exactly the dress that I'm looking for.

Although the white dress is stunning, its overall design is simple, leaning towards something pure and innocent. Meanwhile, this gorgeous red dress is exactly what I need to mark the start of my plans.

My fingers traced the delicate embellishments reverently after the seamstresses pushed the dress towards me for me to see.

"Miss Astrid, is it okay if you wear this dress? I know Alpha Theron didn't like this dress, but we thought if he realized that you like it, he might change his mind about this dress," the sewing manager explained. Now I know why he came to me to ask for help.

I slowly nodded my head as I admired the crimson-red dress. What other choice do I even have? It's either I wear this dress or nothing. "Sure," I answered. "I'll wear the dress."

The sewing manager sighed in relief

when he heard my answer. "And one

more thing, Miss Astrid. Alpha

Theron

has no idea about this. He

would be expecting you to the

white dress instead of him, if you can please explain to him that-"

"No worries," I spoke up, cutting him short. "I'll tell him that I like this dress better, and that all of this was Asha's fault."

The sewing manager looked so relieved like a thorn was uprooted from his side. Finally, their problems are solved.

I hid a smile from my face as I thought of what Asha's reaction would be if she saw me in the ceremony wearing a better dress. She would be totally surprised that I'm able to find a better gown to wear.

 

Chapter 217: Eat Her Words

Drystan's POV

The grand hall of the Shadowfang Pack buzzed with anticipation as all the guests from different Packs gathered together.

Their murmurs echoed off the marble walls as the others used their extra time to meet the different leaders from other Packs and hopefully gain new connections and alliances. While everyone was enjoying this festivity, I was tainted by deep, overwhelming sorrow, knowing what this ceremony meant between Astrid and me.

Last night, I failed to change her mind. Things are much worse now that I know what Astrid's plan for revenge is.

I stood in the shadows, waiting patiently for the ceremony to end. I stood at the corner of the room, away from everyone's eyes, to avoid their attention.

I'm in no mood to interact with anybody. I just silently scanned the whole crowd, seeing if there were any guests here that I could recognize.

Ever since I disrespected all the Alphas and declined alliances from all of them, I have been labeled as an arrogant man just because I have the Shadowfang Pack's backing.

Even though some of them recognized me standing there, no one dared to approach me and start a small conversation with me.

I have announced to the whole world before that the Nightsong Pack has no plans of forming allies with anyone except for the Frostbite Pack and the Shadowfang Pack.

I almost let out a laugh when my eyes landed on Alpha Everest, the Alpha of the Frostbite Pack.

A lot of Alphas surrounded him, wanting to get their chance to talk to him and have an alliance with him.

He looked like a celebrity, gathered by his fans. Seeing his dilemma, I'm glad I've made the decision not to form any more alliances with other Packs.

Those Alphas know nothing but themselves and the things they could get from each other. Once they couldn't benefit anything from you, they would break connections with you without a second thought.

I've already learned my lesson not to trust those Alphas. They would only let you down at the time you needed them the most.

It's ironic that those Alphas don't have loyalty when werewolves value loyalty the most.

"Drystan, you're here," Giselle exclaimed with an unnatural wide green.

I felt the muscles in my face instinctively tense as I laid eyes on her unwelcome form.

Years had passed since we last crossed paths. The enmity between us is as palpable as it had been then. I don't know where she got her audacity to approach me without fear after all the things that she had done to us.

I didn't hide the frown on my face from her so she would know that she was unwelcome.

Giselle's eyes scanned around me

as she searched for something, or rather, someone. "Where's Astrid? thought the two of you would be together. What? Are the two of you not close as you used to be

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anymore?" Giselle bombarded me with questions.

My face turned hard as I glared at her. "How about you? Shouldn't you be with Killian? Where is he?" I shot her questions back to her.

"Killian is speaking to other Alphas discussing boring things. I couldn't stand that kind of conversation," Giselle flipped her hair as she showed her distaste.

My brows creased. How could she be uninterested in Pack matters? As a Luna, it's her job to take care of her own Pack.

I remember what Astrid told me last night, that Giselle doesn't have a mark on her neck.

I glanced at her neck to check and it's true I do not see any mark on her.

"I have walked around the area and I still haven't seen Astrid. Do you know where she is?" Giselle asked as her eyes scanned the crowd.

I turned around and left without answering her question. I'm not interested in talking to her. I don't even know why she's interested in Astrid that she couldn't stop looking for her.

Why would Astrid even be here with the guests? This is her ceremony; of course, she wouldn't be here with us.

"Why are you not answering my question? You and Astrid had a fight, didn't you?" Giselle followed after me, not letting me go.

Still, I didn't answer her and continued to avoid her. I'm not in the mood to talk with anyone else, much less to her.

Giselle smirked as she matched my pace. "Astrid betrayed you, didn't she? She chose to be with the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack instead of you," Giselle continued talking, not taking the hint.

If only we were alone and the guests were not around to watch us, I'd yelled at her to leave me alone already.

"Well, you aren't the first person she

betrayed, Drystan. If she could betray her own mate, then she could certainly leave you to be with

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That's who she is! All she lives for is status and power," Giselle continued, talking as she followed after me.

Hearing her words, I finally snapped and turned to face her. Luckily, I was able to hold myself together with the people around us still in mind. "Don't compare Astrid to yourself, Giselle. She's nowhere near you," I hissed at her.

Giselle's eyes turned wide. Her

cheeks flushed red as she felt humiliated by my words. "Of course she is not like me. She is worse than me! Look, where is she? The rumors are all true, she's dating the Alpha that's why she's even unafraid to show up late in this ceremony,"

Giselle taunted.

I laughed. I was able to laugh at the absurdity of her words knowing that after this, she's going to find out the truth.

Once Astrid's identity is out, she's going to eat all the words that she says.

"Just wait," I answered in front of her baffled face. "Just wait when she arrives," I walked out, and she didn't bother to trouble me this time.

Now, I understand why Astrid decided to go through with this ceremony. This is what it takes to make those people open their eyes.

 

 

Chapter 218: Main Celebrant

Giselle's POV

I clenched my fists as my face turned red in anger. I couldn't believe that until now, Drystan would still defend Astrid even after she chose to stay in the Shadowfang Pack rather than be with him. Astrid is just a gold-digger, a social climber. I thought after three years, Drystan had already realized that.

I couldn't believe that he would defend Astrid until now as if she hadn't betrayed her by choosing to stay in the Shadowfang Pack rather than be with him.

After everything that Drystan had done for her, in the end, Astrid chose to stay in the Shadowfang Pack, forgetting all the help that she received from Drystan.

That's who Astrid is. Just to have a taste of more status and power, she will abandon everything that she has.

I thought Drystan and I were going to be on the same page about her. I didn't expect that Drystan would defend Astrid until now.

I couldn't believe that the smart Alpha of the Nightsong Pack would still be bewitched by Astrid's charms even after he saw her true colour.

What is it in Astrid that I do not have? Why is it that three Alphas would fall over heels for her? What is so special about her?"

Even Drystan, a smart guy, couldn't get over her even after her betrayal. Astrid also had that same effect on Killian.

Even though three years had already passed, Astrid still had that hold on Killian.

No matter what I do and what lies I feed Killian, I could never replace Astrid in his heart.

I might have won by winning the Luna title, but I always lose in stealing the position in his heart.

Well, it doesn't matter. My goal has always been to become a Luna. Whether Killian falls in love with me or not, that's not a problem that I should worry about.

As long as Killian is devoted towards me and no one is threatening my position, then there's nothing for me to be worried about.

My brows suddenly furrowed when I remembered Drystan's last words before he left.

"Just wait when she arrives," his words echoed inside my head without knowing what he meant.

Wait, when she arrives? What am I going to see if she arrives? I think Drystan is being delusional. He still couldn't accept that Astrid had already chosen someone over him.

Just wait and see Drystan. Once Astrid crushed all your hopes and showed you how you actually meant nothing to him, you are going to come back crawling towards us with your broken heart.

You will regret helping Astrid, and

you will realise that she had been using you all along, just like how she only used Killian's position for the status and power that she wanted.

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By then, when Astrid loses her standing in the Shadowfang Pack, she wouldn't have Drystan to return to, making Astrid an easy person to deal with.

I just had to wait until the Shadowfang Pack finds no use on Astrid.

"Giselle, where have you been?" I spun around when someone suddenly held my arm.

When I looked up, I realized it was just Killian. "Killian, I was just about to come to you," I instantly answered him with a lie.

"You aren't thinking of creating trouble, are you?" Killian questioned me while gazing forward.

My eyes widened as I looked at him with a subtle yet pointed display of discontent. "How could you think of that? Why would I do something like that here?" I questioned him with an offended voice after he wrongfully accused me.

"We should find our seats. The ceremony is about to start, all of the guests have arrived already," Killian changed the topic without responding to my questions.

Even though he guessed my mind correctly, he couldn't be angry at me without evidence.

The seats in the hall were mostly occupied already when we arrived. All the guests had their faces turned to the front, all abuzz with curiosity.

The guests couldn't wait for the ceremony to start and find out what it was all about. Everyone is making their own guesses.

Some said this ceremony is for the Alpha's youngest and only daughter, while others guessed that it could be a celebration for Alpha Theron's only son and heir to his position.

When we received our invitations,

the invitation never stated what the ceremony would all be about. We were only invited to attend "A ceremony to be witnessed", as it was written.

This cryptic phrasing had left us puzzled over the nature of the event, our imaginations running wild with possibilities.

Is it a coronation? A wedding? A ritual of some ancient tradition? This mystery piqued everyone's interest even more.

The grand hall turned silent when the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack finally entered the venue. All eyes turned on them and the two persons trailing closely behind him.

"W-who are they?" I whispered closely in Killian's ear as I stared at the people who just arrived and made the room go silent.

"That's Alpha Theron, the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and behind him is his son and daughter, Andros and Asha," Killian explained to me in a hushed voice.

I couldn't help but openly stare at Alpha Theron and his son and daughter, just like everybody else.

As I admired them, something bothering me entered my mind. If Alpha Theron came early with his son and daughter, then to whom is this ceremony going to be?

 

Chapter 219: Alpha Lineage

Giselle's POV

I couldn't help but openly stare at Alpha Theron and his son and daughter, just like everybody else.

Alpha Theron doesn't look like what I expected him to be. I heard he has two grown-up children, so I was expecting a silver-haired man whose skin had sagged of old age. However, the person I saw is not a man grown old by age, but only a man who grew old with wisdom.

His grey streaks of hair did not add to his age but instead added to his handsome features. I could see why Astrid could have fallen for him.

Even at his age, he still had the looks that could attract young women to him.

My jaw clenched when I realized that Alpha Theron didn't look like I expected.

It would have been better if this Alpha looked more like his age. With that, it would have been easy to make people think that Astrid was just dating him for his status and money.

Also, if only I had known that the Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack would look this young and handsome, I would have rather gone to the Shadowfang Pack than to be in the Silvermoon Pack.

In that way, things could have been easier. I heard that this Alpha's mate is already dead, so I wouldn't even have to compete with anybody.

My eyes landed on the two people following closely behind him. According to Killian, they were his son and daughter, sharing the regal bearing of their father.

Their youthful energy added a different dimension to the procession. His son walked with a purpose, his gaze steady and resolute, hinting at the future Alpha that he would one day become. Meanwhile, his sister radiated a more graceful poise; her steps were light and elegant, and there was a natural charm in her every movement.

The leaders of the Shadowfang Pack really stood out from the others. A lot of the people here are also born from an Alpha lineage like them, yet they are different from the rest of us.

My gaze turned to the next, only to find that there was no one else other than them. A smug smile curled my lips when I found out that Astrid was not there with them.

Although she's the Alpha's secret lover. That still doesn't make her walk together with them.

But, if the person that I'm looking for is not there with them, then where is the person that I'm looking for?

My face paled, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that something was wrong here. If the whole Alpha lineage of the Shadowfang Pack is already here, then to whom is this ceremony all about? My eyes darted frantically from face to face as I scanned all the guests sitting inside the grand hall right now.

Unease grew inside of me, gripping me tight as I got through all their faces without finding the person that I was looking for.

Where is she? Astrid has to be here somewhere.

I craned my neck, peering over the sea of heads, my gaze narrowing as I tried to pick out her familiar features. A furrow creased my brows as I saw no signs of her.

This cannot be! This cannot be what I feared, right?

"What's wrong?" Killian whispered to me when he noticed me looking frantically around, my neck craning, and my head snapping in different directions.

I looked at him in surprise when he noticed my troubled expression. "N-Nothing," I stammered, failing to hide my worry.

Killian's gaze narrowed down, not buying my words. "I-I just feel uneasy. Where is Ryker?" I asked him, blaming it on the mother instincts that I certainly don't have with Ryker.

"Don't worry, Ryker is fine. I have guards guarding his room and his nanny is there with him," Killian replied, assuring me.

I let out a deep breath to pretend that I was relieved, but I still couldn't take away the worry that I felt as I wondered where Astrid was and what Drystan meant when he said that I should wait until Astrid arrived?

"Killian, we should leave," I grabbed Killian's arm and pressed my brows together as I pleaded with him.

However, Killian stood rooted on the ground and only stared at me with confusion written all over his face. "What are you doing, Giselle?" he questioned me in a small whisper.

He looked around, seeing if anyone noticed us. "W-We should go back. I think Ryker needs us, we must check on him," I begged him.

Something is wrong here. I think

Astrid and Drystan are planning something, Unless I find out what that is and unless I find out where Astrid is hiding, I have to get Killian out of here quick before things could go wrong.

"Stop making a scene, Giselle," Killian grabbed his arm away from me and glared at me. "Do you know where we are? People from different Packs are here watching us. Don't

make a scene here." Killian hissed at

me.

My vision turned blurry as I forced out tears in my eyes. Crying is the only option I have to persuade Killian to get out of here.

Seeing the tears in my eyes, Killian gets ahold of himself. "Calm down, Giselle. If something is wrong with Ryker, the nanny would surely report to us through the Pack link. Hold yourself together, the ceremony is about to start. We cannot just leave here," Killian assured me

As my pleas fell on deaf ears, the final chimes of the clock tower rang out, signalling the arrival of the hour.

As the echoes faded, a hush fell over the grand hall. Every head turned as the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a vision in red.

 

Chapter 220: Identity Reveal

Giselle's POV

The grand hall fell into silence when the massive wooden doors swung open, revealing a vision in crimson.

A woman glided into the room, the scarlet silk of her gown cascading around her like molten fire.

Every head turned in rapt attention, the guests utterly transfixed by her captivating presence.

The woman whom I still haven't recognized moved with a regal, almost otherworldly gaze, her every step fluid and purposeful.

The guests in the hall stood up transfixed; they had already forgotten about the Alpha lineage of the Shadowfang Pack. Their attention is now focused on the woman who has just arrived.

There was an undeniable aura of power that seemed to emanate from this woman, commanding the attention of all who laid eyes upon her as she carried herself with poise and confidence as if she had descended from the heavens above to grace us mortals surrounding her.

Who is this person? How come I haven't met her before? I, who had no interest in this ceremony whatsoever, leaned forward to steal a glimpse at the woman's familiar features.

Curiosity piqued me in the face of the woman's mesmerizing arrival. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she neared the front seats, towards where we were until I got a full glimpse of her face.

A cold chill ran down my spine, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Gripping the delicate lace of my gown, I was suddenly awash with a whirlwind of emotions.

This couldn't be! How come that woman is actually Astrid?!

I stared at Astrid with wide eyes, hoping that my eyes were playing tricks on me. I blinked my eyes to clear them, but when I opened them, I saw Astrid staring right through me, her eyes devoid of any emotions.

Before I could close my mouth, which was hanging open in shock, Astrid turned her gaze away and stared forward at the people standing on stage.

I instinctively glanced at Killian to see his reaction. Just like me, the shock was written all across his face.

His eyes intently followed Astrid's every step until she had arrived on stage.

Jealousy burned inside of me when I saw the depth in Killian's eyes as she stared at Astrid. The pools of his eyes held deep emotions as he stared at her.

Killian never gazed at me the way he is gazing at her right now. Not only is he the only person gazing at Astrid with such intensity. Even the other guests in the room were also mesmerized by her.

My eyes narrowed, my gaze burning into Astrid's statuesque figure. I felt infuriated by the aura of power radiating off her and her confidence, which had captivated everyone's attention.

How was it possible that she could effortlessly captivate an entire room when I had always struggled to command even a fraction of that presence?

The Astrid that I know is just a woman whose presence was always disregarded. Astrid is just a nobody. A pure-blooded omega who doesn't know her place.

What if she's wearing such a beautiful gown? That doesn't change her disgusting status and how weak she is.

I could only seethe in silence as I watched the guests succumb to her mesmerizing spell. Once they realize that she's just a weak omega

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I steeled myself when Astrid finally arrived in front. Her gaze swept across the room, landing on the person beside me.

A searing rage ignited within me when Astrid's piercing gaze landed on Killian.

I watched in helpless fury as Astrid's eyes lingered on my husband, drinking in his handsome features with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

Her crimson lips curved into a subtle smile, a gesture that seemed to convey a familiarity between them.

I felt Killian's muscles tighten beside me. He had turned stiff and tense, holding in his bated breath.

Just an intense stare from Astrid and a small smile from her is enough to push him to the edge of his wits.

A scream threatened to tear from my lips, but I swallowed it down, my nails biting into the delicate flesh of my palms.

What is Astrid doing? How dare she create this unspoken connection, excluding me, who is just standing right beside my husband? "Honored guests," Alpha Theron's commanding voice suddenly cut through the charged silence. "I have an announcement to make." Alpha Theron's gaze swept across the assembly, his expression inscrutable. Astrid glanced at him with a small smile on her face.

"It is with great pride and joy that I introduce to you all my long-lost daughter, Astrid," Alpha Theron declared, a barely perceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The grand hall erupted in a collective gasp. The guests' previous awe and fascination with Astrid are now tinged with newfound fear and respect.

I felt the whole world crush around

me as my heart hammered inside my chest. Long-lost daughter? How could this be? There must be a mistake! Astrid is a pure-blooded omega. She doesn't even have a trace of Alpha blood in her

The grand hall was abuzz with whispered conversation as the guests exchanged furtive glances and hushed rumors.

Some were questioning Astrid's true identity, while others were filled with fear since they helped spread false rumors that Astrid was Alpha Theron's mistress.