Semua Bab Alpha’s Regret After His Abandoned Luna Left: Bab 121 - Bab 130

(Alexander's POV)The morning light filtered through the windows of my private study as I gathered the documents needed for today's urgent meeting in Silver Creek Territory. My fingers brushed against the ceremonial gift basket my mother had painstakingly prepared for the Thornwood family—rare healing herbs arranged with careful precision, a peace offering of sorts."I'll deliver these when I return," I told Eva Dawnrunner, who stood attentively beside my desk. "The pack business takes priority."She nodded, efficient as always. "I've arranged for the black SUV to be ready in fifteen minutes, Alpha Heir."The drive to Silver Creek Territory was uneventful, my mind occupied with territory negotiations and alliance strategies. Still, her ghost haunted me—Aurora's face appearing in my thoughts during quiet moments, her absence a constant, dull ache I could never quite ignore.Upon arriving, I was immediately ushered into a series of meetings that lasted well into the afternoon. Terri

(Aurora's POV)The rain pounded mercilessly against the windows of my private chamber in the Silver Creek Territory Healing Den. I sat on the resting couch, one hand resting protectively over my swollen belly. The soft kicks from within brought both joy and anxiety as I felt the twins moving."Little ones," I whispered, "please stay strong."My mother, Elara Thornwood, moved efficiently around the room, packing essentials into a small travel bag. Her silver-streaked dark hair was pulled back in a practical braid, her movements precise despite the worry etched on her face."The North Wing is ready if we need the advanced healing ritual tomorrow," she said, folding a soft ceremonial robe. "Maya Gray confirmed she's standing by as a blood donor."I nodded gratefully. "It's fortunate she shares my rare blood type."My mother paused, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "The healers are optimistic. The female pup's heartbeat has strengthened since this morning."But it was the male

(Aurora's POV)I floated between darkness and light, my consciousness ebbing like tides pulled by an unseen moon. Through the haze of pain and blood loss, I felt something warm flowing into my veins—the blood transfusion keeping me tethered to life.Voices drifted around me, urgent and worried. I caught fragments of words: "stabilizing," "critical," and "pups." My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I struggled to open them.When my vision finally cleared enough to make out shapes, I saw him—Alexander Blackwood. His amber eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that stirred ancient memories."Don't..." I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. "Alexander, don't go to the Northern Territories, don't leave me, okay?"In my confused state, I was back in time—back to when he'd chosen Lily Lawrence over me, when he'd abandoned me for the Northern Territories while I needed him most. The fear of being abandoned again overwhelmed me.I felt his warm hand envelop mine, so gentle it seemed

(Aurora's POV)The moon cast long shadows across the grounds of the secluded villa. I found myself wandering outside, my feet moving without conscious thought. The night air was cool against my skin, but I barely felt it."Daniel," I whispered, the name of my lost son a prayer on my lips.I hadn't meant to leave my room. Hadn't meant to wander the unfamiliar grounds of this place Alexander had brought me to after our visit to the sacred memorial grounds. But sleep eluded me, and the walls of the bedroom felt like they were closing in.The grief was a physical presence, a weight crushing my chest, making each breath an effort. Each heartbeat a reminder that my son's heart would never beat."You shouldn't be out here alone."Alexander's voice came from the shadows. He stepped into the moonlight, his amber eyes reflecting the silver glow. He approached cautiously, as one might approach a wounded animal.Without speaking, he draped his heavy ceremonial cloak over my shoulders. Its w

(Alexander's POV)I stared through the transparent wall of the healing pod, my heart breaking anew each time I watched my son's tiny chest struggle to rise and fall. Little Silver Moon—Daniel—was impossibly small, each breath a battle, each heartbeat a miracle.The specialized healing den hummed with advanced equipment, the sterile scent mingling with the faint herbal notes of healing salves. I'd barely left this room in days, unable to tear myself away from my son's side."Alexander."I turned to find my father, Richard Blackwood, and my mother entering the private wing. Their expressions were a mixture of hope and heartbreak as they approached the healing pod.My mother's eyes filled with tears as she gazed down at the tiny form of her grandson. "Oh, Alexander," she whispered, her voice catching. "He's so small.""But alive," my father added, his usually commanding voice uncharacteristically gentle.I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. My wolf Alex whined insi