Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 115: Father Figure

Astrid's POV

The temperature inside the room lowered, casting a chill on everyone who was present when Alpha Theron suddenly barged inside the room.

All eyes instantly turned to him, and they instinctively bowed their heads in deference as he strode purposefully towards my side.

"Are you alright?" he pressed, his voice tinged with a rare note of worry, but I refused to meet his gaze.

Someone must have informed him of what happened. The news traveled to him so fast. I only turned my head away stubbornly.

Hurt flashed across Alpha Theron's eyes upon my rejection, but it was gone the second it was there as if my eyes had just played tricks on me.

Alpha Theron's brows furrowed, a storm brewing behind his piercing eyes. "What happened here?" he demanded, the weight of his authority filling the room.

Silence hung heavy in the air, no one daring to speak up and incur the wrath of the powerful Alpha.

Suddenly, the doctor spoke and explained her diagnosis of me to him. "It's a panic attack, Alpha. Miss Astrid's health is completely fine, she was completely healed by the Lunar Elixir. To help deal with her PTSD, she will need to have a consultation with a therapist." Alpha Theron's gaze turned hard at her words like a father who really cared about her daughter.

"Where is Asha?" He questioned, his brows firmly pressed together. "Why is she not here?"

clearly didn't like me, yet he

a half-sister, Asha must have felt more

at all. It's normal for her to have a hard

was spoiled like a princess because

have any connection with me. "Her patient was in danger and she is not even aware of

fell silent, refusing to turn my

the Pack's righteous Alpha than to be a father to me. It's too

to

her room?" Alpha Theron asked with confusion etched on his features as he turned back his attention to

his turn to explain. "We were about to leave. I was about

Theron blurted out. "Can't you see what Astrid's

me.

leave this place until

I won't allow you to put my daughter in danger," Theron spoke firmly, his eyes narrowing asche locked gazes

at his words. Unable to take it in, a bitter laugh escaped my lips. "I'm not your daughter," I hissed after he finally caught my attention. "I don't have a father. I lost my father ever since he

spoke bitterly.

to hear him calling me his daughter again because I am

hard when he heard my words. Although he