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

mind that true healing could only come through facing traumas

me both physically and emotionally, but the therapist

way back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I ever craved was an escape, a chance to just retreat and gather the pieces of myself

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

me during dangerous situations. He was always the one who

I saw Asha standing in

the Alpha's office,"

recently. I think I know

told me me to

are nothing but a parasite, latching onto him for your own gain." "Excuse me!" I blurted out when she started calling me

their alliances with you. That's the reason why you came here, isn't it? You are just using my father's power to keep your Pack afloat," Asha

I exclaimed. "Drystan and I will never use anybody to save our Pack. You have no idea what Drystan had gone through

Astrid. Ever since

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 rumors about

sudden shift to this more personal attack. "You don't bring my dead mother

shouldn't I? The

far from the tree.