All Chapters of Alpha’s Regret After His Abandoned Luna Left: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Aurora's POV)Three days had passed since Alexander left for the Silver Creek territory negotiations. The den felt quieter, its usual intensity missing without Alexander's commanding presence.I found myself wandering to the pack trading post in the late afternoon. The store smelled of leather and herbs, a comforting mix that reminded me of the old days when things were simpler. My eyes scanned the ceremonial attire section until they landed on a rack of Moonhunter shirts. Midnight black, threaded with silver embroidery in intricate patterns. They practically screamed Alexander.I picked one up, admiring the craftsmanship. The swooping arcs of silver thread played perfectly against the dark fabric. The detail was exquisite, suitable for an Alpha heir."He’d look powerful in this," I whispered to myself, imagining the steadiness in his stride and how the silver embroidery would enhance his amber eyes.I ended up selecting three shirts, each with distinct silver designs, and brough

(Aurora's POV)The den door felt impossibly heavy as I pushed it open. My limbs ached with cold, my clothes still damp from trudging through the snowstorm. It was just past four in the afternoon, but the winter darkness made it feel like midnight."Luna Blackwood, please let me help you," Eva Dawnrunner said, reaching for my snow-covered cloak.I shook my head. "I can manage.""You're chilled to the bone," she persisted. "Let me call the pack healer.""That won't be necessary," I said, my voice hollow even to my own ears.Two pack members rushed forward with warm blankets and herbal tea. I waved them away too."Loving an Alpha wolf brings no good end," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.Eva's eyes filled with sympathy. "Luna, please—""I need to rest," I cut her off, unable to bear her kindness.I walked alone through the massive den, leaving wet footprints on the polished stone floors. My body trembled, but I refused to acknowledge it. I would not appear weak, not

(Aurora's POV)The morning of Grandmother's healing ritual brought heavy clouds and a chill that seemed to penetrate the walls of the pack's healing den. Alexander still hadn't returned from the Northern Territories.I sat beside Grandmother's bed, watching her chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. The silver poisoning had progressed, creating vine-like patterns beneath her pale skin. Her once-vibrant green eyes—so like my own—remained closed.A commotion outside drew my attention. Through the window, I spotted Elder Blackwood's ceremonial vehicle arriving, followed by Richard Blackwood's sleek black SUV. They'd come to show support, a gesture that would have warmed my heart if it didn't highlight Alexander's absence so painfully."Your mate's family has arrived," Ruby informed me, stepping into the room. "They're waiting in the reception area."I nodded, unable to find words. My wolf Zoe whimpered inside me, sensing my distress.When Grandmother's fingers twitched against mi

(Alexander's POV)The evening sky had darkened to deep purple when I arrived at the main Blackwood Pack house. My wolf Alex stirred uneasily within me, sensing the confrontation ahead.Two senior pack members stood guard outside Elder Blackwood's ceremonial chamber. Their eyes widened at the sight of my bloodied lip from the earlier altercation with Ethan Gray."Alpha heir," one greeted, bowing his head. "Elder Blackwood awaits you inside."I nodded, squaring my shoulders before pushing open the heavy oak doors.The ceremonial chamber glowed with ancient silver torches, casting long shadows across the stone floor. In the center stood my grandfather, his white hair gleaming in the torchlight, his weathered face frozen in barely contained fury."Close the door," he commanded.I obeyed, the sound echoing ominously through the sacred space."Remove your shirt," Elder Blackwood ordered, his voice cutting through the silence.My wolf bristled at the command, but I complied. The blac

(Alexander's POV)I stood outside the pack's healing den, gathering my courage. Three days had passed since Aurora slapped me, three days since she'd spoken a word to me. Still, I returned, drawn by something I couldn't name.When I entered, Aurora was arranging freshly picked healing herbs on a tray beside her grandmother's bed. She didn't look up at my arrival, though I knew she sensed me."How is she today?" I asked softly.Grace Winters smiled weakly from her bed. "Better, Alpha heir. Your healers have been most attentive."Aurora's shoulders stiffened at the mention of "my" healers. She continued sorting herbs, her back deliberately turned toward me."Could we speak privately?" I asked Aurora.Her green eyes finally met mine, cold and distant as winter frost. "Anything you have to say can be said here."I hesitated, glancing at her grandmother. The elderly wolf seemed to understand, nodding slightly."I'll rest my eyes," Grace said, closing them obligingly.Aurora set do