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.

I wanted to go and meet you, but you know how strict the Shadowfang Pack is. Even if I'm an Alpha, they will not let me in unless I have a very important reason." Killian continued

I heard that you were here, I instantly grabbed the chance to meet you,"

I don't feel the same way towards him. In fact, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense

to this kind of treatment from him. His strong and

this dramatic change

our baby alright?" he asked with a

my cheek when I heard his question. Suddenly,

heart as I remembered how Killian rejected my child

child is gone, he has only turned around to recognize himself

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

is still in there. My regrets, my heartaches, it was all there, and when triggered, the

the back of my hand. "My son is dead," I answered, my voice devoid of any recognizable emotion, as if a part of me had died alongside

the words hung in the air,

silence fell over Killian as my words

moment, he was utterly paralyzed, his mind reeling,

as the little thing left of his resolve crumbled in