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 been our

mind that true healing could only come through facing traumas head-on, through giving voice to the experiences that had

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

have to keep pushing through the pain if I ever want to find my way back to wholeness. But at this moment, all I

I have only realized it just now, but I have become more comfortable and relaxed whenever Drystan is

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

suddenly stopped in her tracks, making me stop, too; when I raised my head to see what made her stop, I saw Asha standing in front of us with

to the Alpha's office," I

I think I know what you're

told me me to visit

on his money. You are nothing but a parasite, latching onto him for your own gain." "Excuse me!" I blurted out

Pack. The Nightsong Pack was practically bankrupt now ever since all the Alphas broke their alliances with you. That's the reason why you came here, isn't it? You

You have no idea

Astrid. Ever

you fawn over him to earn his favor. You are just like your mother, a gold-digger and a slut No

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

I? The apple

far from the tree. Why