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.

course, I had the authority to barge in if I wanted and force Giselle to talk to me even if

on, I'm going

of my newborn son, I had to

me about putting my son first above all else and that I

son is the future Alpha of the Pack, and I should

that I have become a father, I suddenly developed a strong urge to protect my son

was still pregnant, it didn't feel too real to me. However, the moment I laid my eyes on my son, I heard his first cry and touched his skin. I finally

appeared out of the corner. I waited

as she pulled

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

utterly undeserving. I felt like a complete asshole.

into the room, each footfall quickening the

drew closer to where she lay, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in

bed, she cradled our newborn son close to

I had left her. Her red, rosy lips had

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

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

en

the precious moments every mother deserves. After taking our child

uttered her name, my