Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 155: DNA Test

Killian's POV

I stayed awake the whole night. I couldn't sleep as the DNA results bothered my mind. Sleep had eluded me the entire night as my mind raced with worry and uncertainty, thinking about whether Giselle's newborn child was truly mine or not. I sat in the hospital lobby, my head cradled in my weary hands. Until now, I didn't know how to react once I found out the truth.

I have no idea what will happen once the truth finally comes out. I'm not even sure which is better to find out if Giselle's child is in mind or not.

Whatever the result is, I'm still doomed.

If Giselle's child were mine, then things would go as they should. If not, then Giselle has to suffer the punishment of deceiving me.

However, it still won't undo all the mistakes that I've made in the past. It won't undo things I have done.

In the end, I will still have to live with regrets.

After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my head when I heard footsteps approaching.

My Adam's apple bobbed up and down anxiously when I saw the Doctor clothed in white with a serious expression etched upon his face. I braced myself as I waited for the news.

"Alpha," the Doctor began solemnly, with the sleep deprivation obvious on his face.

I wanted to stand up and face him properly. However, I stayed rooted in my seat, lacking the strength to push myself up. I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep myself up once I heard the news.

for answers, when he suddenly paused. "We are done with all the tests, Alpha. The DNA results... they came out

muscles tensed, and my body ran cold as shock

child her baby has been mine

well of guilt flooded my heart. For the

was confined in her room, I never once visited her or checked how she

time when she needed me the most, but I was so focused on questioning her fidelity when, all along, she had been carrying my own flesh and blood. The memories of how I had treated her and the accusations I had hurled now haunted me, filling me

through my disheveled hair. I was so

to make amends,

I turned my attention back

have a son. I'm finally a

shifted, his brows furrowing slightly, and I felt the

I needed to know, that the news was not what I had

my nerves as the Doctor opened

your son is born

weight of his words hung in the air,

to be. We have to wait until he grows up. Once the symptoms started showing, he can undergo therapies to address

out, my eyes blinking in

descent, we had no autism in our bloodline, and neither did Giselle.

far, this

It's possible that

formed autism while he was still growing in his mother's