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.

miscarriage, my dark past, and then that incident. That has always been

and I walked, 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

process, draining me both physically and

to find my way back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I ever craved

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

there for me during dangerous situations. He was always

me stop, too; when I raised my head to see what made her stop, I saw Asha standing in front of us with hatred in her eyes. "Where are you going?" Asha asked us with coldness in her

to the Alpha's office,"

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

Theron told me me to visit

your hands on his money. You are nothing but a parasite, latching onto him for

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

I will never use anybody to save our Pack. You have no idea what Drystan had gone through to raise his Pack on his own with a clean

it, Astrid. Ever

fawn over him to earn his favor. You are just like your mother, a gold-digger

eyes widened, taken aback by Asha's sudden shift to this more personal attack. "You

shouldn't I? The apple

the tree. Why