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.

when he suddenly paused. "We are done with all the tests, Alpha.

ran cold as shock coursed through

child her baby has been mine all

guilt flooded my heart. For the past few months, I've

she was confined in her room, I never once visited

She was pregnant; she was in the 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

my disheveled hair. I was so wrong to doubt her. I should have listened

a way to make amends, to rebuild the

turned my attention back to him. My own words felt

a son.

slightly, and I felt the air leave my

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

my nerves as the Doctor opened his mouth to

your son is

his words hung in the

determine how severe it is and what complications are going to be. We have to wait until he grows up. Once the symptoms started showing, he can undergo therapies to address

I breathed out, my eyes blinking in

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

this wasn't

It's

still growing in his mother's womb, or