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.

my thinnest and softest shirt for comfort

hour. Even with the delicate fabric draping over me, I still felt exposed. The cloth felt more like a suggestion

sent my heart racing. Before the weight of our proximity could suffocate me, I took a step back, instinctively creating

say, my voice steadier than I felt

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

was hazy, clouded by confusion and a rush of emotions that left me unable to think clearly. As the door clicked shut behind him,

Damien," Killian spoke, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension

tear his eyes off me. For

but the heat in the

Killian and I got married, Killian never consummated our marriage. I could still remember how pathetic I was as I waited for him in our bedroom

it became a night of shame. Killian made me wait all night and

marriage after that, Killian never regarded me as

was the only time

us. That same night is also when bore him a son. It was meaningful night for me, but to him, it was just a

though he was under the influence of the alcohol

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

husband? What kind of wife had never served her

and in control, I'm going to