บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

(Audrey's POV)I stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep with Arthur Moonstone sprawled on my couch. The soft buzz of my phone pulled my attention away from my troubled thoughts."Still awake?" Sarah's voice came through, hushed but playful."How did you know?" I whispered, moving further into the kitchen."Birthday jitters? Or is it because your ex-mate won't leave you alone?" There was a knowing tone in her voice that made me sigh."He's passed out on my couch," I admitted reluctantly. "Showed up drunk and practically collapsed."Sarah's laugh was soft but tinged with concern. "Want me to come over and help you kick him out?""No, it's fine. I'll handle it in the morning." I glanced back at Arthur's sleeping form. "He's just... complicated.""Complicated is putting it mildly," Sarah replied. "Don't let him worm his way back in, Audrey. You've worked too hard for your freedom."After we hung up, I tiptoed back to check on Arthur, only to find his eyes open, watching me with an

(Audrey's POV)Emma Shadowcrest stood in the center of the ballroom, her birthday dress sparkling under the chandelier lights, her finger pointing directly at me like I was some unwelcome stray wolf."What is she doing here?" she demanded loudly, drawing every eye in the room toward me. "She wasn't invited to my birthday celebration!"I felt a flash of embarrassment as wolves from various packs turned to stare, their curious gazes making my wolf bristle beneath my skin.Before I could respond, Florian stepped slightly forward, his lazy smile firmly in place despite the tension crackling through the air."Emma," he said smoothly, his golden wolf eyes gleaming with amusement, "I invited Audrey as my companion. You know how persistent I can be when I want something."Emma's eyes narrowed suspiciously, her gaze darting between us. "Since when did you two become so close? Last I checked, she was still marked to Arthur."Her voice carried deliberately, ensuring everyone nearby could h

(Audrey's POV)"So where did you grow up?" Florian asked, leaning against my doorframe with that lazy posture of his. "Before the Moonstone Pack took you in."I sighed, unsure why he seemed so interested in my background all of a sudden. His golden wolf eyes studied my face intently, as if searching for something specific."Neutral territory between the major pack lands," I replied, shrugging. "Far from both Moonstone territory and the northern packs."A flicker of disappointment crossed his face. "You're certain? No connections to the north?""None whatsoever," I confirmed. "My parents kept to themselves, ran their healing practice in isolation. Is there a reason you're asking?"Florian continued staring at me, his gaze unsettlingly focused. His wolf presence, usually so carefully controlled, rippled with something I couldn't quite identify. It wasn't aggression—more like desperate hope."You're looking for her in me, aren't you?" I said softly, the realization dawning. "Your m

(Audrey's POV)I arrived at the Silver Moon Café fifteen minutes early, my nerves on edge. The café was situated beside the infamous Silver Moon Club, where wealthy wolves gambled away pack resources without a second thought.Howard Mitchell was already there, nursing what appeared to be whiskey despite the early hour. His eyes lit up when he spotted me, an unsettling eagerness in his expression."Little coyote," he greeted me, using that hated nickname. "You actually came."I slid into the booth across from him, keeping my posture rigid and alert. "I want answers about what you said at the hospital."Howard waved his hand dismissively. "I was angry. You know how it is when the wolf gets riled up. We say things."His casual tone only deepened my suspicion. Howard Mitchell never backed down from an opportunity to hurt someone."You specifically said I wasn't a true Winter," I pressed, leaning forward. "What did you mean by that?"A waitress approached our table, and Howard raise

(Audrey's POV)Arthur's fingers were gentle as they combed through my damp hair, the warmth of the blow dryer creating a cocoon of comfort around us. I watched him in the mirror, his face a mask of concentration as he carefully dried each strand."I'm sorry, Audrey," he said softly, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection. "I never realized how much I was missing. Your birthdays, our anniversaries... I took everything for granted."I remained silent, feeling the weight of his words. Three years of memories flashed through my mind—waiting for acknowledgment that rarely came, planning celebrations he barely noticed."I thought you were always going to be there," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "I didn't understand that I needed to cherish what we had."I sighed, the sound barely audible over the drone of the blow dryer. "Some chances don't come around again, Arthur."His hands stilled momentarily before resuming their task. "I know that now. Too late, it seems."For a mome