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.

my dark past, and then that

Nova 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 experiences that had threatened

me both physically and emotionally, but the therapist insisted it was the

to keep pushing through the pain if I ever want to find my way back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I ever craved was an escape, a chance

have become more comfortable and relaxed whenever Drystan is around.

always the one who protected me from the different dangers I was in in the

see what made her stop, I saw Asha standing in front of us with hatred in her eyes. "Where are

to the

father's office more frequently recently. I

in confusion. "Alpha Theron told me me to

on his money. You are nothing

That's the reason

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

it, Astrid. Ever

has always been pre-occupied with you. Everyone could see how much you fawn over him to earn his favor. You are just like your mother, a gold-digger and a slut

attack. "You

shouldn't I?

the tree. Why