Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 251: Scorched Kisses

Astrid's POV

A storm brewed in my mind, leaving me restless on the bed. The soft sheets offered little comfort as I pondered the conversation I had with the Vanessa.

For reasons I couldn't quite grasp, her words felt like a weight, a heavy stone pressing down my chest whenever I tried to make sense of them.

I couldn't point out what was wrong; nothing she said seemed out of the ordinary. Yet, the unease lingered. It gnawed at me, robbing me of sleep.

Adrenaline coursed through me, and I shot up from bed when a sharp knock suddenly interrupted my thoughts. My heart raced in response to the unexpected sound.

Glancing around my dimly lit room, I gathered my thoughts and took a few deep breaths to soothe the fluttering in my chest.

I reached for the lamp, flicking it on to cast a warm glow across the space. Guided by its soft light, I made my way to the door, wondering why someone would come knocking at my door at this time of the night. "Is there " I began to speak as I swung the door open, but my words got caught in my throat when my eyes met Killian instead.

My breath hitched as he towered over me, his presence imposing and intimidating. The warmth of my room seemed to retreat in the face of his intensity, and for a brief moment, I was captivated by the way his gaze held me, a magnetic pull I couldn't resist.

A shiver ran down my spine when his eyes trailed downwards, spreading heat through my skin. Following his gaze, heat crept up to my cheeks as I realized where he was staring.

I wore my thinnest and softest shirt for comfort and didn't bother to wear

me at this late hour. Even with the delicate fabric draping over me, I still felt

suddenly felt smaller, the air thick with an unspoken tension that sent my heart racing. Before the weight

than I felt as I

realization washed over me. Instead of welcoming him in, I should have shut the door in his face and

me unable to think clearly. As the door clicked shut behind him, something deep

came to tell you about the plans I discussed with Damien," Killian spoke,

me, lingering just a moment too long, unable to tear his eyes off me. For some

to focus on his words, but the heat in the room made

remember how pathetic I was as I waited for him

It should have been something memorable, but to me, it became a night of shame. Killian made me wait

after that, Killian never regarded me as his wife. The first

only

when bore him a son. It was meaningful night for

drunk, even though he was under the influence

ridicule me, thinking that I am barren without knowing that it's only because Killian never shared my bed once,

of wife couldn't please her husband? What kind of wife had never served her husband? I was so pathetic that

I'm going to