Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 84

Killian’s POV

My eyes narrowed into slits as I stared at Giselle, who was looking anywhere else but me. I pulled her arm and raised it as I gripped her arm tightly until her skin had turned red.

This successfully caught her attention. She finally looked at me with fear in her eyes.

“Are her words true?” I asked her with menace laced in my voice.

Giselle swallowed hard as her face turned pale in fear.

“K-Killian, it hurts,” she winced as she stared at her arm, which was slowly turning red.

“Answer me!” I demanded as I tugged her arm without any care that she was in pain.

Giselle bit her lower lip as she looked at me with tears misting her eyes. “Are you seriously choosing to believe her words over mine?” She asked me, trying her best to act strong in front of me, but her voice still croaked because of the tears that she was trying to hold back.

My brows furrowed, and my lips parted slightly as I stared at her.

Honestly, I really don’t know who and what to believe anymore.

That night when I slept with Giselle, I couldn’t remember anything. I don’t even know what I did, and I’m not even sure if she was the person I slept with.

My memories that night were foggy. All I could remember was feeling inexplicable heat in my body and wanting some release. I was also drugged that night, which is why I lost control of myself and had lapses of hazy memories of that night.

When I woke up, I just found myself sharing a bed with Giselle, and both of us were naked.

Giselle explained everything that happened to us, and I believed her since the small memories that I have matched her story.

When I found out what I had done, I was so angry with myself for not being able to control myself and touched her. I felt remorse for what I had done, but just a few days after, Giselle found out that she was pregnant, and she told me that I was the only man that she ever slept with.

As I thought it back, I realized I was only taking all of her words for truth. I don’t even know anything myself.

“I only slept with one person that night,” I bristled as I stared into her eyes without loosening my hold on her arm. “Was it really you?” I questioned her.

Giselle’s tears finally fell as she pursed her lips together. “I am carrying your son, Killian. How can you doubt your own child?” she spoke tearfully.