Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 257

Astrid’s POV

Giselle’s words hung in the air, heavy with accusation, yet I stood my ground, the storm of emotions swirling around us. “Witnesses? They saw me jump in to save him, not to harm him! Don’t twist this into something that it’s not!”

I met her gaze with unwavering resolve, my expression hardening at her words.

People began to turn their heads, drawn in by the rising tension. Whispers spread like wildfire, eyes darting between us as Giselle’s fury spilled into the air. “You don’t get to turn this around on me! You tried to drown my son, and I won’t let you twist the truth to escape your punishment!”

Just then, Killian’s loud voice erupted, slicing through the chaos. “What’s going on here?!”

He strode forward, positioning himself between us, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. He glanced from me to Giselle, the intensity in his gaze sharpening as he tried to assess the situation.

Behind him, Alpha Damien and his wife, Vanessa, followed closely with concerned expressions etched on their faces.

“Killian, I’m so glad you’re here!” Giselle exclaimed, her voice dripping with urgency as she approached him. “Astrid pushed Ryker into the pond, and he almost drowned! You have to help us,” Giselle spoke grievously, tears forming in her eyes and amplifying her desperation.

Killian’s eyes widened, and a wave of worry washed over his features as he turned to look at his son, who was trembling in the cold and dripping wet. “Is he okay? Was he hurt?” His voice trembled slightly, a crack forming in his usually composed demeanor. No one had seen him this distressed before.

“Ryker wasn’t hurt,” Giselle answered. “Luckily, I arrived on time or else…” Giselle’s lips quivered, and a tear escaped her eyes. “I would have found him dead, not knowing what had truly happened.”

With that, tears flowed freely down Giselle’s face as she finally sobbed, her anguish spilling out like a broken dam. The sight of her grief tugged at the hearts of those watching, drawing sympathetic murmurs from the crowd.

Even I nearly felt bad for her plight.

“Astrid, is this true?” Killian asked, his tone cold as he turned his piercing gaze on me.

I tightened my arms around myself, fighting off the chill that seeped into my bones. I wanted to answer him immediately, but my teeth chattered so violently that I could barely form words.

I welcomed his cold gaze as I stood there, dripping wet and shivering in front of them.

“I knew this was going to happen. I’ve been expecting this all along!” Giselle interjected, her voice gaining momentum.

“I tried to warn Killian about you, but he really believed that you’ve changed. We gave you a second chance, and we willingly accepted you back into our pack. This is how you repay us!” Giselle spoke up, using every opportunity to frame me.

“You’re a monster!” she yelled, her voice rising in a pitch. “You’ve always been a danger to my family! Even before my son was born, you’ve been trying to kill him and almost caused me to miscarry!”

At that moment, something clicked inside me. I could still remember that day when Giselle had purposefully fallen down the stairs and accused me of pushing her.

Killian was so worried, seeing her bleed on the ground. To punish me, he didn’t let me leave, causing me to miss my chance to talk to my grandmother before she died.

It was clear now that she didn’t care about her child’s life at all. All she wanted was to make Killian hate me. She was even willing to put her unborn child in danger for her own twisted agenda.

I stared at Ryker, then at the toy that I was holding — the very object that had led to this chaos. Giselle had done the same thing today; she had gone so far as to harm her own son to frame me.

What kind of mother could hurt her own child for her personal gain?

I turned my attention back to Giselle, fury igniting within me as I glared at her. “Danger? Look in the mirror, Giselle!” I fired back, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’ve made a life out of lies and manipulation. I’m not the one who should be scared of the truth.”

Giselle’s expression faltered.