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.

at the Shadowfang Pack. 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

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

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

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

this dramatic change in

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

my cheek when I heard his question. Suddenly, he is now identifying himself as the

rejected my child as his

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

stammered, and his eyes widened when he saw the tears freely falling down

my eyes. The pain is still in there. My regrets, my heartaches, it was all there, and when triggered, the emotions that pour

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

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

words pierced

utterly paralyzed, his

Killian breathed out in almost a whisper; his hands trembled as the little thing left of his resolve crumbled in an instant replaced by a raw,