Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 115

Astrid’s POV

The temperature inside the room lowered, casting a chill on everyone who was present when Alpha Theron suddenly barged inside the room.

All eyes instantly turned to him, and they instinctively bowed their heads in deference as he strode purposefully towards my side.

“Are you alright?” he pressed, his voice tinged with a rare note of worry, but I refused to meet his gaze.

Someone must have informed him of what happened. The news traveled to him so fast. I only turned my head away stubbornly.

Hurt flashed across Alpha Theron’s eyes upon my rejection, but it was gone the second it was there as if my eyes had just played tricks on me.

Alpha Theron’s brows furrowed, a storm brewing behind his piercing eyes. “What happened here?” he demanded, the weight of his authority filling the room.

Silence hung heavy in the air, no one daring to speak up and incur the wrath of the powerful Alpha.

Suddenly, the doctor spoke and explained her diagnosis of me to him. “It’s a panic attack, Alpha. Miss Astrid’s health is completely fine, she was completely healed by the Lunar Elixir. To help deal with her PTSD, she will need to have a consultation with a therapist.”

Alpha Theron’s gaze turned hard at her words like a father who really cared about her daughter.

“Where is Asha?” He questioned, his brows firmly pressed together. “Why is she not here?”

My eyes turned hard at his words. Asha clearly didn’t like me, yet he was forcing her to take care of me.

Just like how I was surprised to find that I have a half-sister, Asha must have felt more surprised and even betrayed about it, too.

I couldn’t imagine how she felt to find out that the perfect family she had wasn’t really perfect at all. It’s normal for her to have a hard time accepting that she has a half-sister she never knew about who is even older than her.

Asha was supposed to be the only daughter. She was spoiled like a princess because of it, only to find out that she wasn’t the only daughter of her father.

“Someone call Asha,” Alpha Theron ordered, oblivious to the fact that her daughter didn’t want to have any connection with me. “Her patient was in danger and she is not even aware of it!” he snapped, his face also turning red. “I told her to take care of Astrid!” he also added.

I fell silent, refusing to turn my head to face him.

He abandoned me and my mother. He chose to be the Pack’s righteous Alpha than to be a father to me. It’s too late for him to act in his role of being my father.