Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 138

Astrid’s POV

I stared at Killian, my expression carefully neutral, revealing nothing of the turmoil raging within me.

I could see the desperation in his eyes as he searched my face, seeking some crack in my icy demeanor for some glimmer of warmth that he had once known, but my features were set in an impenetrable mask.

I watched as Killian’s hand, which was half-raised aiming to reach for me, suddenly fell back to his side as if scorched by the frost in my gaze.

His eyes blinked with a look of longing written so plainly on his face, but I remained motionless, unwavering, unwilling to give in to the temptation.

I crossed my arms as I waited for him to say a word. He is the one who pulled me out here. Is he just going to stare at me all day?

“H-How have you been?” Killian finally spoke in a soft, unsure voice when he saw the impatience that crossed my features.

Now that we are alone, he no longer looks like a powerful Alpha. In front of me, he looked like a man walking on eggshells, afraid that he would say the wrong thing and make me shrink away from him.

Where once Killian had stood tall and unafraid, now he seemed to shrink in on himself, his shoulder hunched slightly as if trying to make himself smaller, less conspicuous.

“I heard that you’ve been staying at the Shadowfang Pack. I wanted to go and meet you, but you know how strict the Shadowfang Pack is. Even if I’m an Alpha, they will not let me in unless I have a very important reason.” Killian continued when he didn’t hear a response from me.

“When I heard that you were here, I instantly grabbed the chance to meet you,” Killian added, showing how much he really longs to meet me.

However, I don’t feel the same way towards him. In fact, I couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of confusion and unease with the way that he was behaving in front of me.

I’m not used to this kind of treatment from him. His strong and ruthless demeanor had shifted to that of a lost puppy, uncertain and fragile.

What had caused this dramatic change in him?

“Astrid,” Killian swallowed hard after he uttered my name. “Is our baby alright?” he asked with a voice thick with fear.

A tear rolled down my cheek when I heard his question. Suddenly, he is now identifying himself as the father of my baby?

Sadness and bitterness crept through my heart as I remembered how Killian rejected my child as his own when my child was still alive inside of me.