Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 280

Killian’s POV

"Alpha, what should we do?" Ryder's voice pulled me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts.

His eyes bore into mine, tense with the weight of what we had just discovered. "What Giselle did... it’s worse than treason. We have proof of her betrayal. How should we deal with her?"

My heart raced, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Don’t alert her just yet," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Ryder looked at me, his eyes flickering with protest. “But, Alpha—”

I raised a hand to stop him, my voice low but unyielding. “We’re barely scratching the surface, Ryder. If Giselle could pull something like this off for years, then we’re dealing with something much bigger. There’s more to this than we realize.”

His jaw clenched as he tried to rein in his frustration, but I could see he understood. “You think there’s more she’s hiding?”

I let out a slow breath, the weight of my next words heavier than I wanted to admit. “Yes, Ryder. I do. I’ve been thinking about what happened years ago… that night I slept with someone I couldn’t remember. I’ve been trying to piece it together, but it never made sense.”

I paused, meeting his gaze. “Until now.”

Ryder frowned, confused. “What are you saying, Alpha?”

I ran a hand through my hair, the frustration bubbling up. “That night… I thought I was just drunk. I thought the headache, the blacking out — it was all from the alcohol. I drank too much, and I thought that was it.”

I hesitated, the words difficult to force out. “But after what happened last night, I’m starting to think it wasn’t just the alcohol back then. I wasn’t just drunk, Ryder. I think I was drugged.”

It was the only way to make sense of it. Even if I was just drunk, I would have still known what I was doing. I would also still be able to remember things than to be left with completely nothing.

Ryder's expression shifted to one of alarm. “Drugged? What makes you think that?”

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a tense whisper. “Last night, on my date with Giselle… I didn’t drink. I stayed sober on purpose, but I still felt the same way — dizzy, disoriented, and filled with heat. It was like my mind was slipping, like it was being clouded and my body is starting to have a mind of its own. The same way it felt that night years ago.”