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

now on, I'm going to do things

sake of my newborn son, I had to be in

above all else and that I should think about my

always thought she was telling me to do those things because my son is

suddenly developed a strong urge to protect

feel too real to me. However, the moment I laid my eyes on my son, I heard his first cry and touched his skin.

out of the

inside," the attendant lowered her head as she pulled the door open and walked

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

utterly undeserving. I felt like a complete asshole. This made me

the room, each footfall

drew closer to where she lay, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat as I finally laid

our newborn son close to

still looked as pale as she had when I had left her. Her red, rosy lips had turned cracked and dry, and

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

tore at my heart; the memories of how had so callously taken our child

en

moments every mother deserves. After taking our child away, she could finally

I uttered her name, my