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.

was about to sleep, so I wore my thinnest and softest shirt for comfort and

Killian to come to visit me at this late hour. Even with the delicate fabric draping over me, I still felt exposed. The cloth

smaller, the air thick with an unspoken tension that sent my heart racing. Before the weight of our proximity could suffocate me, I took a step back, instinctively creating distance from whatever was

managed to say, my voice steadier than I felt

on me, and in that moment, a wave of realization washed over me. Instead of welcoming him in, I should have shut the door in his

rush of emotions that left me unable to think clearly. As the door clicked shut behind him, something deep within me sparked to

about the plans I discussed with Damien," Killian spoke, his voice low

but notice the way his eyes flickered over me, lingering just a moment too long, unable to tear his eyes off me. For some reason, felt pleasure in just the way his eyes regarded

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

never consummated our marriage. I could still remember how pathetic I was as I

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

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

only

also when bore him a son. It was meaningful night for me, but to him, it was just a drunken night that he couldn't even

though he was under the influence of

years but was still a virgin. People ridicule me, thinking that I am barren without knowing that it's only because Killian never shared my bed once,

please her husband? What kind of wife had never served her

control, I'm going to take back what's left of my dignity that he