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.

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

from now on, I'm going to do things

had to be in a good relationship

all else and that I should think about my son first when I make my

me to do those things because my son is the future Alpha of the Pack, and I should treat him

I have become a father, I suddenly developed a strong urge to protect my son and give him all the best

the moment I laid my eyes on my son, I heard his first cry and touched his

the attendant finally appeared out of the corner. I waited anxiously as I watched

lowered her head as she pulled the door open and

rooted on the spot, not expecting that Giselle would still be

felt like a complete asshole. This made me feel more

stepped into the room, each footfall quickening the pulse in

in my tracks, my breath catching

our newborn son close to

her. Her red, rosy lips had turned cracked and dry, and her shiny

she couldn't care less about what she looks as she held her

my heart; the memories of how had so callously taken our child from her before she could even get a

en

her of the precious moments every mother deserves. After taking our

uttered her name, my voice