Chapter 150
Faith’s Pov
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I went on to continue making breakfast for my family after the conversation we had with Astor and
I was honestly worried.
If Kyle found out Astor wasn’t on our Pack grounds it was a matter of time until he attacked. He
was a predator, always circling, always looking for a weakness to exploit.
“You are the Luna,” I whispered to myself, the words a quiet mantra. My pack. My children. I had to
protect them, no matter what. Astor, in his usual Alpha way, had been so calm, so reassuring.
He already sent scouts covering every inch of the land beyond our borders. They’d report back if
anything wrong. But even he has proved incapable of stopping Kyle.
I started filling plates, scooping the eggs, crisp bacon, and buttered toast. “Breakfast!” I called out, forcing my voice to sound cheerful, normal. “Come and get it!”
Footsteps thudded down the stairs. I heard the usual morning scramble of little feet.
And then they were there. Isabella and Marco burst into the kitchen, their faces alight. But it was the two figures behind them that froze the smile on my face. My pa stood in the doorway, looking a little sheepish with a grin on his face. And right beside him, as if he belonged, as if he was never been gone, was Astor.
“Dadd” Marco shrieked and Isabella, usually the quieter one, launched herself at him too, wrapping her little arms around his legs. Astor bent down, a genuine, wide smile on his lips, and effortlessly
scooped them both up, one in each arm.
I felt a smile stretch across my face but it wasn’t a smile because my wolf was dancing with
happiness but because my children were happy.
My eyes were probably burning holes into him. He was supposed to be gone. He was supposed to be away from me. We had an understanding. A very clear one.
But Astor, with a confidence that made my blood boil walked straight to the head of our long wooden table. He sat down, kids still clinging to him, as if this was just a normal Tuesday morning, as if he hadn’t spent days away, as if we hadn’t just had a very tense discussion about how our separation was supposed to look to the outside world.
My mother and Father then Ma and Pa came in, followed by Ovelia,. Everyone. This was turning
into a grand family reunion I hadn’t planned for.
My mind raced and I was burning with anger. ‘What do you think you’re doing? I tried to mind–link
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him.‘ Get out! We agreed‘ I thought he was on board, that he understood why we needed to keep
our distance.
But there was nothing. A blank wall. A mental block. He had shut me out. He was doing this on purpose. He was making a show.
I had no choice. With a sigh that felt heavy in my chest, I pulled out the chair to his right, my usual spot, and sat down. My hands, surprisingly steady, reached for the plate of food I’d made, though my appetite had completely vanished.
For the first time this week, my kids truly seemed happy. Isabella’s eyes were sparkling, a light I hadn’t seen in them since… before. Marco couldn’t stop talking, his little voice chirping away about the game they had played yesterday with the other kids, all about the mud and the brave warriors they pretended to be. Astor listened, nodding, making big, exaggerated sounds of surprise and
interest.
Even Ovelia who usually hid in her room and skipped meals, came down. She looked healthier, less pale. And she took a shower. That was a blessing I hadn’t expected. I tried not to let my gaze linger on her, but the bitter taste in my mouth returned. She was the reason.
More than Astor, she was the reason for the miscarriage. She killed my baby. I still haven’t forgiven
her. I didn’t know if I ever will.
My parents were sitting across from Ma and Pa. It was strange. Before the tragedy at the Eternal pack, before everything fell apart, they probably wouldn’t have shared a table so easily. But ever since then, ever since they lost so much, they have somehow become more open, kinder, a little humbler. They were talking quietly, sharing a pot of tea, a rare moment of peace.
“Alright, children,” Astor said, his voice cutting through the happy chatter of the children. “Listen up
for a moment.”
The kids immediately quieted, their attention fixed on him.
“Daddy has to go away for a day or two,” he explained, his eyes softening as he looked at them. “Something very important I need to take care of for the pack.”
Marco’s lower lip started to wobble. “No. Stay, Daddy”
Isabella looked like she might cry too. “Don’t go”
Astor got up and knelt beside them, ruffling Marco’s hair. “Now, now. You have to be good for your mother, okay? Be brave. Daddy will be back before you know it.”
They tried to throw a tantrum, little protests spilling out, but Astor was good with them. He explained it was “super important” for the pack, that their daddy had a big job to do to keep
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everyone safe. Slowly, their tears turned into sniffles, and they nodded, brave little soldiers.
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Astor stood up, his gaze sweeping the table, lingering on me. “And,” he said, his voice surprisingly loud. “aren’t you going to give your mate a goodbye kiss?”
My spoon clattered against my plate, the sound startlingly loud. My eyes snapped to him, wide with disbelief. He said it so boldly, right in front of everyone. My teeth gritted so hard my jaw ached again. This has to be some kind of joke.
“Don’t” I managed to say through a forced smile.
The kids, of course, thought this was hilarious. They giggled, pointing at us, completely missing the
tension thick in the air.
But before I could even process what was happening, he was reaching for me. His hand, warm and
firm, wrapped around my wrist. He pulled me gently but surely from my chair.
He led me out of the kitchen and through the front door. The moment we were outside, away from prying eyes, I yanked my hand away from his, pulling it back roughly. My chest heaved with suppressed anger, a storm brewing inside me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed, my voice low and fierce, barely above a whisper. “You made a mockery of everything, Astor. You just walk back in here, sit at the head of the table, and act like nothing happened? And mind–block me?
Seriously?”
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer, his gaze steady, unwavering, holding mine. Before I could react, his hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin. His touch sent a shiver down my spine and the sparks flew all over my body.
“You can push me away as much as you want, Faith. But you’re not going anywhere. And I’m going to fight for our family. For us. No matter what.”
