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.

how strict the Shadowfang Pack is. Even if I'm an Alpha, they will not let

I instantly grabbed the chance to meet you," Killian added, showing how much he really longs to

way towards him. In fact, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of confusion and unease with the way that he was behaving in front of

him. His strong and ruthless demeanor had

caused this dramatic change

"Is our baby alright?" he asked with a voice

down my cheek when I heard his question. Suddenly, he is now identifying

and bitterness crept through my heart as I remembered how Killian rejected my child as his own when my child was

has only turned around to recognize himself

his eyes widened when he saw the tears freely falling down my

couldn't stop the tears from falling out of my eyes. The pain is still in there. My regrets, my heartaches, it was all

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

in my chest as the words hung in

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

was utterly paralyzed, his

the little thing left of his resolve crumbled in an instant replaced by a raw, primal anguish that