Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Broken Promise



Killian's POV

A week has passed and I still have no news about Astrid. The men I have tasked to look for her, still haven't come back until now.

The only lead we have of Astrid is the CCTV footage. However, no one could identify the stranger who had rescued her. It made things difficult for us to track her.

Every day, I'm growing more impatient as time passes by. It's been a week, but we don't even know if Astrid is safe or not. The longer that she's out there, the higher the chance that she is in danger.

I wanted to look for her myself, but my responsibilities were keeping me from doing anything else.

A lot of meetings, reports, and proposals are waiting for me to handle every day.

Heck! I've sacrificed my sleep and even skipped dinners just to finish everything, only to receive another pile of workload the next day.

My life has been an unending cycle of work recently.

"Are you serious?!" I blurted out in annoyance when our Pack's Beta suddenly entered my office with another stack of documents in his arms. I haven't even finished the pile of reports that he had sent me earlier for review.

“These are the proposals and important documents from our allied Packs. They have been sending it to you via email, but you weren't responding to them. They printed the documents instead and delivered them to us," Beta Ryder explained as he placed the stack of documents on my table with a thump.

I groaned and wiped my face with my hand in frustration. How could I check my email when I'm constantly receiving printed reports just inside our Pack?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"Aren't you in charge of checking my email? You should have explained my situation to them!" I snapped at him.

Beta Ryder frowned. "I don't have access to your email. Astrid was the one handling all of your accounts," he rebutted.

I fell quiet at his words. I thought he also had access to my email.

"Well, weren't you in charge of our Pack relations? This is practically your job," I asserted like I hadn't just made a mistake.

"Astrid was the one in charge of our Pack relations. She's usually the one who represents our Pack and talks to other Alphas and Lunas," Beta Ryder answered.

"Leave," I demanded with a cold voice after hearing his answer.

Beta Ryder looked at me with wide eyes, confused by my response. “A-Alpha—“

"I said LEAVE!" I yelled at him for the second time.

Beta Ryder didn't waste any time, he turned around and left.

I sighed as I slumped back in my chair. I feel a headache growing from all the tasks that I have to handle now.

This had never happened to me

before. I never had to handle so

much in a day. It turns out, it was Astrid who was doing most of the tasks so I wouldn't have much to deal with.

Astrid... It's all Astrid.

Now that she's gone, I'm left doing everything on my own.

I glanced at Astrid's photo at the corner of my office table as I thought of her again. I remember the past when she and I used to get along with each other.

My heart turned heavy when I suddenly thought of her grandmother who just passed away.

Astrid's grandma was a nice person. In fact, we used to get along well with each other too when she was still strong and alive.

A pang of guilt clawed in my heart when I remembered the promise that I made her.

Back when things were well, I made a promise to her that I would protect Astrid no matter what happened.

It was a promise that I never meant to break despite my indifferences towards Astrid. Yet, I was the one who deliberately put her in danger.

I lowered my head as I counted all my failures against her.

I have stopped her grandchild from meeting her before she died.

I wasn't even there during her funeral.

Now, I have broken the only promise I made to her.

I have failed her big time.

I was pulled back from my thoughts when someone suddenly entered my office.

I stared at Giselle in silence,

surprised to see her here. I haven't

talked to her ever since the last

conversation that we had. I wasn't

expecting her to visit me.

“I hope you don't mind," Giselle muttered softly as she slowly approached me. “I actually had a dinner reservation and I wanted to invite you."

I opened my mouth, about to refuse her, but she interrupted me. "I know you are busy and that is exactly my point. You've been skipping dinner and you're barely sleeping. You need to takea break, Killian, or else you might get sick and things would only she told

get worse if that happens only

me with concern written all over her

face.

I couldn't respond. Right now, I could already feel that I'm starting to get sick because of exhausting myself too much.

Besides, no matter how hard I work, the work just keeps coming.

Giselle is right. Taking a break wouldn't hurt. I should be prioritizing my health more, especially since the Pack needs me more right now.

I also deserve a rest.

"Alright," I muttered. "Let's go out for dinner."