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.

if I wanted and force Giselle to talk

now on, I'm going

my newborn son, I had to be in a

putting my son first above all else and that I should think about my son first

telling me to do those things because my son is

father, I suddenly developed a strong urge to protect

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

held my breath when the attendant finally appeared out of the corner.

as she pulled the door open and walked

would still be willing to hear

asshole. This made

heart, I carefully stepped into the room, each footfall quickening the pulse in

tracks, my breath catching in my

bed, she cradled our newborn

rosy lips had

same clothes she wore in her labor, but she couldn't care less about

of how had so callously taken our child from her before she could even get

en

After taking our child

uttered her name, my voice