Reclaiming My Broken Luna

Killian's POV

I stayed awake the whole night. I couldn't sleep as the DNA results bothered my mind. Sleep had eluded me the entire night as my mind raced with worry and uncertainty, thinking about whether Giselle's newborn child was truly mine or not. I sat in the hospital lobby, my head cradled in my weary hands. Until now, I didn't know how to react once I found out the truth.

I have no idea what will happen once the truth finally comes out. I'm not even sure which is better to find out if Giselle's child is in mind or not.

Whatever the result is, I'm still doomed.

If Giselle's child were mine, then things would go as they should. If not, then Giselle has to suffer the punishment of deceiving me.

However, it still won't undo all the mistakes that I've made in the past. It won't undo things I have done.

In the end, I will still have to live with regrets.

After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my head when I heard footsteps approaching.

My Adam's apple bobbed up and down anxiously when I saw the Doctor clothed in white with a serious expression etched upon his face. I braced myself as I waited for the news.

"Alpha," the Doctor began solemnly, with the sleep deprivation obvious on his face.

I wanted to stand up and face him properly. However, I stayed rooted in my seat, lacking the strength to push myself up. I was also afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep myself up once I heard the news.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked into his eyes, searching for answers, when he suddenly paused. "We are done with all the tests, Alpha. The DNA results... they came out positive."

My muscles tensed, and my body ran cold as shock coursed through me, rendering me momentarily speechless.

Giselle's child her baby has been mine all along.

As the realization sank in, a deep well of guilt flooded my heart. For the past few months, I've been cold and distant towards her.

For the months that she was confined in her room, I never once visited her or checked how she and her baby were doing.

I was so cruel to her. She was pregnant; she was in the time when she needed me the most, but I was so focused on questioning her fidelity when, all along, she had been carrying my own flesh and blood. The memories of how I had treated her and the accusations I had hurled now haunted me, filling me with remorse.

My hands trembled as I ran them through my disheveled hair. I was so wrong to doubt her. I should have listened to her.

Now, I had to find a way to make amends, to rebuild the trust I had so carelessly shattered.

"H-How is my son?" I asked as I turned my attention back to him. My own words felt strange in my tongue.

My son... I now have a son. I'm finally a father.

The Doctor's expression shifted, his brows furrowing slightly, and I felt the air leave my lungs.

The subtle change was all I needed to know, that the news was not what I had hoped to hear. What had happened to my son?

I braced myself, steeling my nerves as the Doctor opened his mouth to speak.

"Alpha, your son is born with autism."

My breath got caught in my throat as the weight of his words hung in the air, each syllable cutting through me like a knife.

"For now, it's too early to determine how severe it is and what complications are going to be. We have to wait until he grows up. Once the symptoms started showing, he can undergo therapies to address the symptoms," the Doctors explained, unable to look me in the eyes.

"Au-autism?" I breathed out, my eyes blinking in disbelief. "H-how?"

As someone who came from Alpha descent, we had no autism in our bloodline, and neither did Giselle. How could this happen?

"So far, this wasn't caused by

genetics, Alpha. It's possible that the

child formed autism while he was still growing in his mother's womb, or it could be caused by the mother's difficult labor."

I couldn't speak. So this is all my fault?

"Miss Giselle had a very sensitive pregnancy, and she gave birth longer than normal, which could cause complications to the baby," he continued to explain as I remained

silent and in shock.

I took in a shaky breath as my mind processed his words. Because of my doubts, I nearly caused my child's own death.

Because he survived, he acquired autism. I think that's what the Doctor is trying to say. He was just choosing his words so as not to offend me.

"Take care of my son and give him everything that he needs. You can leave," I muttered in a monotonous voice after a long silence.

As soon as the Doctor was gone, I buried my face in my palms as I was overwhelmed with grief.

'Am I being punished?' I thought to myself as I felt bad for my innocent child who was just born

Because of my mistakes, my son is suffering the consequences.

I had wronged Giselle big time. He is not just my son; he is Giselle's son, too, whom he carried for six months.

With all that has happened, I failed them big time.