Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 89

Drystan’s POV

The air in the waiting room is thick with tension, not just because we were waiting for news about Astrid’s condition but also because of our conversation.

Before a huge argument could start between us, the heavy door to the emergency room slid open with a muffled hiss, jolting us from our tense reveries.

Our heads turned around in unison to the room behind us, our eyes trained on the figure in the crisp white coat striding towards us.

The Doctor’s expression was inscrutable, giving away one of the news they carried.

We have forgotten about the topic we were fighting about earlier. Every one of us held our breaths as time seemed to slow to a crawl. We waited with bated breath for them to deliver the update we both dreaded and desperately needed.

“Are you all an immediate family member of the patient?” Finally, the Doctor spoke, his words cutting through the deafening silence like a scalpel.

“Astrid doesn’t have any living family members, doc. She’s a member of my Pack,” I answered instantly.

Killian, who looked like he wanted to answer the Doctor’s question earlier, fell silent beside me.

If he and Astrid had been married until now, he would have qualified as Astrid’s immediate family member. However, they have divorced already. He is no longer considered as part of Astrid’s family.

“If that’s so, can I ask the others to leave? I need to talk to you only,” The Doctor spoke respectfully.

“You can tell us whatever you want to say. We are also here for Astrid,” Killian insisted, making the Doctor look at him with contempt.

“Alpha, I’m sorry, but I can only say this to immediate family members only. Since Astrid is not even a part of your Pack, I cannot disclose this sensitive information to you,” the Doctor answered professionally as if he had already encountered many situations like this before.

Killian stood his ground, his feet firmly planted as if anchored to the very tiles beneath him. The Doctor’s words had fallen upon deaf ears as he refused to take his request.

“Killian,” Giselle whispered next to him as she urgently tugged at his sleeve, her delicate fingers urging him to leave.

However, Killian stayed rooted on the ground, his gaze fixed on the closed door beyond which Astrid’s fate hung in the balance.

“We have to go, Killian,” Giselle whispered to his ears once again, her voice laced with a tremor.