Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 303

Astrid's POV

The words seemed to hang in the air, and for a moment, I couldn’t process them. My world spun as my eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat.

“What?” I whispered, feeling the weight of the truth settling over me, disbelief and confusion flooding my mind.

Killian’s gaze softened, a mixture of happiness and deep sorrow etched into his features.

“It’s true,” he said, his voice cracking. “All this time, Ryker was yours... ours. I—I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know.”

I stared at Killian, my mind reeling. His words echoed in my head, but they made no sense. My heart raced, and my vision blurred as confusion clawed at me.

“No... that can’t be true,” I whispered, shaking my head, my hands trembling at my sides. “I had a miscarriage. I lost my baby. I never even got the chance to give birth. How... how could Ryker be my son?”

The words felt impossible, and yet, deep down, a tiny spark of hope flickered inside me — a hope I was afraid to acknowledge.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, wanting to believe, but terrified that if I leapt, I would fall into the same abyss of pain I had been in years ago.

It made no sense, and my heart ached with the confusion of it all.

I took a shaky breath, my mind and heart at war. “This is not a good joke, Killian. I lived for three years thinking that my son is dead. Don’t play with me, Killian,” I threatened him as I kept my overwhelming feelings at bay.

My son, my miscarriage, it has always been a sensitive topic for me. After the years that had passed, until now I still couldn’t accept that I’ve lost him.

Avenging his death is even the reason why I’m here. I’m willing to do anything just to have my son back.

I could feel the tears burning in my eyes, but I forced them back, unwilling to let myself be vulnerable to that hope, not after spending years convincing myself to move on.

I had to protect myself from the possibility of disappointment, from the pain that could break me all over again.

Killian’s eyes softened, his gaze filled with a tenderness that only deepened the ache in my heart.

“This is a maternity test between you and Ryker,” he said quietly, holding the paper out as if it carried both a promise and a burden. “I did a DNA test behind your back. I had to know.”

“What?” I breathed out, my voice a mix of shock and confusion. “Why would you do that? Why would you even suspect that I’m Ryker’s mother?”

He sighed, a mixture of regret and something deeper — something that looked like hope.