Semua Bab Alpha’s Regret After His Abandoned Luna Left: Bab 111 - Bab 120

(Aurora's POV)The heat was unbearable. Smoke filled my lungs as I pushed against the stone slab covering the cellar entrance. My grandmother's weight held it firmly in place, her final act of protection."Grandma!" I screamed, my voice distorted in my own ears. "Please! Let me out!"The flames crackled overhead, consuming the healing den that had been our home. I could feel the wooden beams giving way, hear the terrifying groans of the structure failing above.Despite my wolf's enhanced strength, I couldn't budge the slab. My fingers bled as I clawed at the rough stone, desperate to escape, to save my grandmother.Then, something impossible happened. Through the roaring of the fire, through the silence that had become my constant companion since losing my hearing, I heard her voice."Sky bright, moon light, Grandma's little wolf pup, sleep tight..."The lullaby from my childhood floated down to me, clear and sweet. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with soot and blood."Gr

(Aurora's POV)The pack healer had told me to rest, but I couldn't. Not when Grandmother was waiting for her final journey.I changed into fresh mourning clothes, ignoring the dull ache in my abdomen where my pup had once grown. The pain of that loss was nothing compared to the hollow emptiness of losing Grandmother.The funeral site was adorned with white ceremonial banners that fluttered in the breeze. Grandmother's coffin, carved from ancient silver pine, sat at the center of the mourning circle.I knelt beside it, my knees pressing into the cold earth. With trembling hands, I arranged the ceremonial offerings—herbs she had taught me to gather, filled with healing properties she would recognize."Grandma," I whispered, setting fire to the bundle. "Take this and use it. Don't be frugal there. I'll send you more on every important day."The wind rustled the white funeral banners. The sound reminded me of her—of evenings spent grinding herbs together, preparing healing poultices

(Alexander's POV)After they finished, I knocked the door and then stood in the doorway, watching as Lily and Dr. Henry scrambled to cover themselves. The cigarette between my fingers burned steadily, smoke curling upward as I observed their frantic movements with detached calm."Alexander!" Lily's voice was shrill with panic. Her thin hospital gown slid down to cover her exposed body. "This isn't—it's not what it looks like!"Dr. Henry adjusted his disheveled healing robes, his expression shifting from surprise to smug amusement. I took another drag of my wolfsbane-infused cigarette, letting the silence stretch between us."I can explain," Lily continued desperately. "He gave me a potent wolfsbane remedy. I wasn't myself! He took advantage—""Please," Dr. Henry scoffed, cutting her off. "Don't embarrass yourself, Lily. The Alpha heir isn't stupid."I leaned against the doorframe, my amber eyes never leaving Lily's face. "No, please. Explain."Dr. Henry laughed, the sound gratin

*One Month Later*(Alexander's POV)The harsh ringing of my communication device cut through the silence of my study. I glanced at the screen, noting the unfamiliar number from the Northern Territory's Containment Facility."Alpha Blackwood speaking," I answered, my voice flat and emotionless."Mr. Blackwood, this is Dr. Silverpelt from the Northern Territory's Containment Facility," the voice on the other end explained. "I'm calling regarding Lily Lawrence."My grip tightened on the device. It had been a month since Lily's arrest and subsequent committal to the facility after being deemed mentally unstable."What about her?" I asked, feeling nothing but cold indifference."There's been an incident," Dr. Silverpelt continued, his voice clinical. "Ms. Lawrence suffered a miscarriage last night."I froze, my amber eyes narrowing. A pup. There had been a pup."I see," I responded, my voice betraying no emotion. "And why are you informing me?""You're listed as her emergency cont

(Aurora's POV)The leather seats of my spacious ceremonial white transport vehicle felt cool against my skin as I settled in, one hand instinctively resting on my barely-visible baby bump. Six moons pregnant with twins, yet my condition remained my precious secret.Caleb Silvercreek closed the door behind us, his formal Alpha attire with silver embroidery catching the moonlight streaming through the windows. He looked different tonight—more mature, more composed. The playfulness that typically characterized him was replaced by a solemn determination.Snowpaw, my small white dog, hopped onto my lap and nuzzled against my hand. I stroked his soft fur, finding comfort in his familiar presence.Without warning, Caleb knelt before me, his amber eyes intense as they locked with mine."Aurora," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I want to form a mate bond with you."My hand stilled on Snowpaw's head. This wasn't entirely unexpected, but the timing caught me off guard."I p