Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 117: Gold-Digger

Astrid's POV

"Astrid, are you alright?" Nova's soft voice entered my ears as soon as I stepped out of the therapist's office.

I shook my head softly in reply as I held on her arm tight.

Every time that I go for a session with a therapist, I always leave feeling raw and exposed afterward.

The carefully constructed walls I had built around my emotions were always methodically dismantled, one brick at a time, by the therapists's well-thought questions.

Nova wrapped a hand around me to comfort me. "Don't worry, you're done already. You can finally relax," Nova whispered soothingly as she helped me out of the room.

I could only nod my head and swallow hard at her words. I always feel weak and out of myself after my therapy sessions.

With the therapist's keen insights and probing questions, she always got into the buried feelings that I had desperately tried to bury and tuck away from the deepest corners of my mind.

It's her job to unearth those buried emotions, forcing me to confront the grief that I have been suppressing.

that incident. That has always

I could still hear the therapist's words echoing in my mind that true healing could only come through facing traumas head-on, through giving voice to the

and painful process, draining me both physically and emotionally,

ever want to find my way back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I ever craved was an escape, a chance to just retreat and gather

been easier for me. I have only realized it just now, but I have become more comfortable and relaxed whenever Drystan is

for me during dangerous situations. He was always the one who protected me

her stop, I saw Asha

going to the

you've been visiting my father's office more frequently recently. I think I know

in confusion. "Alpha Theron told me me to visit him in his office

hands on his money. You are nothing

to your Pack. The Nightsong Pack was practically bankrupt now ever since all the Alphas broke their alliances with you. That's the reason why you

You have no idea what Drystan had gone through

Ever since

over him to earn his favor. You are just like your mother, a gold-digger and a slut No wonder why people would easily believe the

to this more personal attack.

shouldn't I? The apple

from the tree. Why