Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 156: Guilt and Remorse

Killian's POV

I stood before Giselle's bedroom door with guilt and remorse etched across my face. The DNA results had really hit me hard. I can't continue my day without talking this through with Giselle. Even though I did not know where to start with all the bad things I had done, I rushed to Giselle's room, determined to make amends with her.

I couldn't rest until I apologized for everything I had done to Giselle and sought her forgiveness.

After collecting myself together, I've finally made up my mind. I brought our son with me to give him back to his mother.

The door swung open, pulling me from my thoughts. I steeled myself, ready to face this head-on, only for the door to reveal Giselle's attendant, who looked at me in surprise. Clearly, she wasn't expecting to see me at the other side of the door.

"I heard that Giselle has woken up," I began, my voice laced with apprehension. "Tell her that I came to visit. I wish to talk to her, but it's okay if she doesn't want to talk to me."

I paused, then added, "I also brought our son with me. I will now return him to her." My heart raced, anxious to see Giselle once more so I could reconcile with her.

I hope she will allow me to talk to her.

The omega pushed the door wide open so I could hand her my son. She took him carefully from my arms, and I watched as she slowly disappeared into the room.

I waited outside Giselle's bedroom while I silently looked inside through the open door, waiting for Giselle's attendant to come back again.

I had the authority to barge in if I wanted and force Giselle to talk

on, I'm

son, I had to be in

had always warned me about putting my son first above all else and that I should think about

thought she was telling me to do those things because my son is the future Alpha of the Pack,

developed a strong urge to protect my son and

my eyes on my son, I heard his first cry and touched his skin. I finally realized what it truly felt to

when the attendant finally appeared out of the corner. I

attendant lowered her head as she pulled the

expecting that Giselle would still be willing to hear me out after what I had

complete asshole. This made me feel more

the room, each footfall quickening the pulse in

tracks, my

edge of her bed, she cradled our newborn son close

as pale as she had when I had left her. Her red, rosy

wore in her labor, but she couldn't care less about what she looks as she held her son dearly into

of her in such a state tore at my heart; the memories of how had so callously taken our child from her before she could even get a hold of her son

en

the precious moments every mother deserves. After taking our child away, she

I uttered her name,