Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 138: Severed Bond

Astrid's POV

I stared at Killian, my expression carefully neutral, revealing nothing of the turmoil raging within me.

I could see the desperation in his eyes as he searched my face, seeking some crack in my icy demeanor for some glimmer of warmth that he had once known, but my features were set in an impenetrable mask.

I watched as Killian's hand, which was half-raised aiming to reach for me, suddenly fell back to his side as if scorched by the frost in my gaze.

His eyes blinked with a look of longing written so plainly on his face, but I remained motionless, unwavering, unwilling to give in to the temptation.

I crossed my arms as I waited for him to say a word. He is the one who pulled me out here. Is he just going to stare at me all day?

"H-How have you been?" Killian finally spoke in a soft, unsure voice when he saw the impatience that crossed my features.

Now that we are alone, he no longer looks like a powerful Alpha. In front of me, he looked like a man walking on eggshells, afraid that he would say the wrong thing and make me shrink away from him. Where once Killian had stood tall and unafraid, now he seemed to shrink in on himself, his shoulder hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller, less conspicuous.

you, but you know how strict the Shadowfang Pack is. Even

to meet you," Killian added,

couldn't help but feel a growing sense of confusion and

used to this kind of treatment from him. His strong and ruthless demeanor had

caused this

Killian swallowed hard after he uttered my name. "Is our baby alright?" he asked with a voice thick with

I heard his question. Suddenly, he is now identifying himself as the father

crept through my heart as I remembered how Killian rejected my

has only turned around to recognize himself

Killian's voice stammered, and his eyes widened when he saw the tears freely

My regrets, my

my hand and wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. "My son is dead," I answered, my voice devoid of any recognizable emotion, as if a part of

my chest as the words hung in the air, stark and

my words

he was utterly paralyzed, his

in almost a whisper; his hands trembled as the little thing left of his