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

chance to meet you," Killian added, showing how much he

In fact, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of confusion and unease with the way that he

not used to this kind of treatment from him. His strong and ruthless demeanor had shifted to that of

this dramatic change

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

tear rolled down my cheek when I heard his question. Suddenly, he is now identifying himself as the father of my

heart as I remembered how Killian rejected my child as his own when my child was still

only

eyes widened when he saw the

there. My regrets, my

away with the back of my hand. "My son is dead,"

leaden heaviness settled in my chest as the words hung in

silence fell over Killian as my words pierced him like a dagger to the

moment, he was utterly paralyzed, his

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