Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Audrey's POV)I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the neckline of my emerald green dress. The color matched my eyes, eyes that always revealed a hint of my wolf, Grace. Tonight was supposed to be special - our third wedding anniversary.I let out a shaky breath. Everything was ready. The table is set with our finest silverware, the candles flicker delicately, and the aroma of the dishes I've so carefully prepared fills the dining room. Wine braised lamb is set alongside a chocolate soufflé, a dish that took me several tries earlier in the day to create to perfection.This was supposed to be a celebration. It was a reminder of the bond we'd shared for three years, a bond that, at least as far as the wolves were concerned, was strong and unshakable. Grace cooed softly in my head, but I sensed her unease.I cut my hair one last time. The dress fit my figure perfectly. For a moment, a flicker of hope flashed through my chest. Maybe tonight, despite the odds, Arthur would surpris

(Audrey’s POV)The words glared back at me from my phone screen, sharp and unforgiving.Victoria Moonstone, the new Clinical Director of the Moonstone Therapy Center.For a moment, I just stared, the announcement coursing through me like a jagged blade. Victoria. Of all people, Victoria. My new boss.“Audrey?” Sarah’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. She was perched on the edge of my desk, her dark eyes sharp with concern. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I swallowed hard, forcing my expression into something neutral. Anything to mask the wave of disbelief shaking me from the inside out. But Sarah had always been too perceptive for her own good.She leaned closer, her tattoos peeking out beneath the sleeve of her blouse as her arms crossed. “Tell me what’s going on,” she said firmly. “I know that look on your face. You’re holding something back.”My lips pressed together, the words fighting their way out. “It’s... Victoria,” I finally said, not quite

(Audrey's POV)Victoria settled herself comfortably in the passenger seat. My chest tightened with frustration. Her presence there felt like an intrusion, an intentional act to unsettle me.“Victoria, please sit in the back,” I said, keeping my voice steady though it grated on my nerves to remain calm. Grace growled softly in my mind, annoyed by the audacity in Victoria’s actions.She turned her big, blue, innocent eyes on me, her lips forming a small pout. “Oh, but I always sit in the front with Arthur. The view is so much better from here.” Her voice dipped, almost as if she were reminiscing deliberately. “We used to go on drives like this all the time before... Well, before everything changed.”I narrowed my eyes at her through the driver’s side mirror. Everything in her posture screamed fragility, but the way she glanced at Arthur said otherwise. She wasn’t innocent. She was self-serving.She sighed dramatically, one hand going to her temple as if this whole ordeal was too muc

(Audrey's POV)"We need to talk about our marking ceremony night." My voice came out stronger than I expected, even as my heart hammered in my chest.Arthur’s broad shoulders tensed. He looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, his dark eyes guarded, impenetrable. His silence stung, but I had grown used to that. Cold silence often spoke louder than defensive words."What about it?" His tone was low, cautious, like he was stepping over fragile glass. But it lacked the casual warmth he used to have when we spoke, and that absence made my throat tighten."Why did you leave me?" My words came slow, deliberate. Each one was a weight hanging between us.He leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand through his dark hair. It was a familiar move—one I had seen countless times. His way of gathering his thoughts, of controlling whatever storm brewed behind those intense, calculating eyes."Victoria needed me that night," he said finally. His words were quiet, devoid of apology, like t

(Audrey’s POV)When I entered the room, there she was, comfortably perched at the kitchen table like she owned the place. She smiled sweetly at me, an expression that sent a shiver of resentment down my spine."Hi, Audrey!" Her tone was sugary and fake, the kind that grated on me instantly. "Arthur made us dinner. You should join us."Us? The bleakness I felt only deepened. I turned my eyes to Arthur for an explanation. He stood by the stove, flipping something in the pan. His jaw was tight, and his movements a little too controlled."Victoria was just leaving after dinner," he said, his tone curt but directed more at her than me. Even so, he didn’t look at me, which only added to the growing ache in my chest.I felt Grace stir, pacing angrily inside me, but I swallowed the sting and forced my hands to remain calm at my sides. I had to stay composed, for my pups. They needed nourishment even if the rest of me was being torn apart."Fine," I muttered and moved to sit at the far en