Reclaiming My Broken Luna

: Cruel Fate



Drystan's POV

My knees turned weak as the realization that Astrid was going to die threatened to overwhelm me. I had to lean against the wall for support as my mind reeled with the cruel finality of the doctor's words.

I shook my head, refusing to accept this. "There must be another way. We can't just wait for her to die!" I insisted.

The Doctor placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder as if he had already expected reluctance from me. "Even if by some miracle she managed to push through, her health might still deteriorate once she wakes up," he paused the unspoken words hanging between them.

"She might not be able to handle the news that she... miscarried," he finally uttered.

I took in a sharp breath, and my eyes widened at his horrible news.

"W-What?" I stammered as my breath left my lungs.

"I'm sorry, Alpha, the child did not make it. We did the best that we could to save the child, but with the injuries that Miss Astrid had suffered and with her wolf's weak condition, the child wasn't able to hold on.

My face fell when the doctor shared the devastating news. My shoulders sagged as a heavy weight pressed down upon me. My heart ached both for Astrid and for the child who never got the chance to live his life.

"Alpha Drystan, I think I should take my leave," the doctor spoke solemnly so I could be alone.

I couldn't look into his eyes. I just nodded my head absentmindedly before he turned to leave. As soon as he was gone, my eyes grew damp, and a lump rose in my throat.

What a cruel blow.

Astrid had already suffered so much in her life. Her own father abandoned her and her mother when she wasn't even born. Then, her mother died when she was just a few years old.

Her mate, who was supposed to love her and cherish her, did nothing but hurt her. His mate never failed to make her feel how worthless and useless she was, and while they were still together, he cheated on their marriage and impregnated someone else.

As if all of that wasn't enough, Astrid's grandmother died, who was the only living family member she had left.

She was left all alone after she got divorced. Her son is the only one that she has. The only one that gave her the will to leave and to continue on to her life.

However, even that innocent soul was still taken from her.

What kind of fate is this? When will Astrid's suffering ever end?"

I sat on the chair alone in the empty waiting room as I took in the silence.

Astrid's son is already dead, and now she is dying too. Yet, no one still knows the person who is responsible for all of this.

The perpetrator still runs free like nothing happened while Astrid suffers here.

Hot tears spilled out of my eyes, and then, as soon as the tears came out, I couldn't take it anymore. My composure crumbled, and I broke into anguish sobs.

I burrowed my face into my hands,

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trying my best to muffle my cries but heavy sobs uncontrollably. spilled out of my lips as my shoulders shook with the force of my weeping.

Gone was the stoic, steadfast man Astrid had come to rely on. I've turned into a devastated soul with all my vulnerability in the open.

Through my tears, I silently cursed the cruelty of fate. This is a loss I had never imagined having to bear, a pain I wished I could shield Astrid from entirely.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It's too late. I have already let her down. I promised Astrid that I was going to protect her and her child, but in the end, I broke the promise I made her. “Drystan! What happened? Where is Astrid?!" Nova asked me with worry etched all over her face when she arrived.

She pressed both of her palms to her knees as she chased her breath. She rushed all the way here, but she still arrived late.

"Drystan?" Nova turned quiet when

she finally saw my state. She stood up straight with worry in her eyes, which were directed towards me "Are you-" she stopped herself from finishing her question when she saw how hard I was crying.

This wasn't the first time that Nova had seen me cry this hard before. The first time she ever saw me cry was when her older sister, my mate, died.

At that time, I never stopped weeping for the death of my mate. She was a witness to my tears, and I was also a witness to hers.

That was the only time that I ever cried, and now it is repeated once again.

Nova did not say a word. She just placed a hand on my shoulder as she bent her knees in front of me to face me and listen to my cries.

Since she had already seen me cry before, I did not feel uncomfortable in showing her my vulnerability.

"It's Astrid," I spoke as I tried my best

to hold back my tears to get my words through properly. "The doctor said she not going to live much longer. What am I going to do,

Nova? What am I going to do?"

I

asked her repeatedly as I broke into

another group of sobs.