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.

into his eyes, searching for answers, when he suddenly paused. "We are done with all the tests, Alpha.

body ran cold as shock coursed

her baby has

sank in, a deep well of guilt flooded my heart. For

room, I never once

so cruel to her. 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

I ran them through my disheveled hair. I was so wrong to doubt her. I

had to find a way to make amends, to rebuild the trust

attention back to him. My own

now have a

shifted, his brows furrowing slightly, and I

know, that the news was not what I had hoped to hear.

as the Doctor opened his

son is born

in my throat as the weight of his words hung in the air, each syllable cutting

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

out, my eyes

we had no autism in our bloodline, and neither did Giselle. How could this

this wasn't caused

It's

he was still growing in his mother's womb, or it could be