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.

then that

that true healing could only come through facing traumas head-on, through giving

a long and painful process, draining me both physically and emotionally, but the

back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I ever craved was an escape, a chance to

maybe things would have been easier for me. I have only realized it just now, but I have become more comfortable and relaxed whenever Drystan is around. I didn't realize that my body had learned to rely more on

situations. He was always the one who protected

head to see what made her stop, I saw Asha standing in front of us

the

my father's office more frequently recently. I think I know what

me me to visit him

money. You are nothing but a parasite, latching onto him

with you. That's the reason why you came here, isn't it? You are just using

to save our Pack. You have no idea what Drystan had gone through to raise his

Ever since you

his favor. You are just like your mother, a gold-digger and a slut

personal attack. "You don't bring my dead mother into this

shouldn't I? The

the tree. Why else