All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Audrey's POV)Arthur’s earlier words echoed endlessly in my head.“I won’t be able to accompany you to the healer today.”His tone was rushed and distracted, like he'd already moved on to whatever was more important than me.He didn’t need to spell it out. I knew exactly where he was. His absence, his clipped apology, and his curt farewell all repeatedly pointed to one thing: Victoria.I sat inside the car, gripping the wheel tightly, my knuckles whitening from the pressure. The familiar ache in my chest throbbed raw, a wound I had tried and failed to bandage over the years.Keeping me waiting. Breaking promises. Choosing her over me, again and again.I exhaled harshly, my free hand coming to rest gently on my stomach. “Maybe...” I whispered aloud through trembling lips. “Maybe this is for the best.”The pups. My secret, my solace. Their growth inside me gave me strength despite the storm raging in my life.But even that strength faltered now.I blindly focused on the road a

(Audrey's POV)Arthur’s words echoed in my head, razor-sharp and unforgiving. "Is this about Nathan Snowfang? Are you severing our bond because of him?"For a moment, I stood frozen, staring at him. I couldn’t even process the sheer gall, the audacity of such an accusation.Nathan? Nathan Snowfang?My chest tightened as disbelief turned into fury, and Grace howled within me, her anger mirroring my own. My hand lifted before I could stop it, and the crack of my palm meeting his face echoed in the room.Arthur’s head barely moved from the impact, but his expression shifted. Shock. Anger. Something I couldn’t quite name flickered in his dark eyes."How dare you?" My voice was shaking, a mixture of rage and heartbreak, but I refused to look away."Audrey—""No!" My voice grew louder, cutting him off. My hand trembled as I pointed at him, every word spilling out like a long-buried wound tearing open. "Do you think I sat through three years of this... this hell, just to run to anothe

(Audrey's POV)Elder William’s gaze bore into me, heavy with expectation. I stood before him, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. His aged yet sharp eyes demanded answers, but I had none I could share.“Tell me, Audrey,” his voice was low, yet the command in it was unmistakable. “Is this... situation with Arthur truly irreparable?”I held my hands tightly clasped, my head lowered, avoiding his piercing gaze. How could I tell this man, who revered tradition and the mate bond above all, that his beloved grandson had failed me utterly as a mate?His expression softened slightly, his wrinkles deepening as concern shadowed his features. “I know his behavior has been... difficult,” Elder William admitted, stroking his silver beard thoughtfully. “But you must understand, Audrey, he has carried many burdens. The loss of his mother, the complications with his stepfamily... they’ve shaped him.”I bit my lip hard, suppressing the urge to lash out. It wasn’t the loss of his moth

(Audrey's POV)Sunlight streamed through the windows of my new home. I blinked against the brightness, the sleep clutching at me like a stubborn memory. My exhausted mind replayed last night again and again — Arthur’s desperation, his broken words, the raw plea for me not to leave him.I sat up slowly and pressed a hand against my stomach. The growth of our pups brought both comfort and confusion. "It’s just us now," I whispered, as if to reassure myself. "We’ll be fine."The sound of heavy footsteps outside brought me back to the present. They weren’t slow and deliberate — they were purposeful and loud. Then came the knock. Firm, each strike rattling my door. Arthur.Grace stirred with unease. I took a deep breath to brace myself and made my way to the door.When I opened it, there he stood, towering as ever. His dark eyes immediately locked onto mine. He was all Alpha King — commanding, impossible to ignore, and emitting an aura that demanded compliance."Get ready," he said wi

(Audrey’s POV)The ride to the sacred memorial site was silent. My hands rested on my lap, fingers picking at the seam of my dress as the passing scenery blurred through the window. Arthur drove wordlessly beside me, his usual commanding presence muted. Grace stirred inside me, uneasy, but I ignored her. This visit was important—not for him, not for us, but for me.The closer we got, the more my emotions churned. I hadn’t visited my parents’ memorial in years. Life had been too hectic. Or maybe I had just been too cowardly. Now, with everything unraveling, the pull to be near them was undeniable.Arthur slowed as the car approached the forest path leading to the memorial. My throat tightened. This was it.“We’re here,” he said softly, breaking the silence.I nodded but didn’t speak. My words were lodged somewhere between my heartbreak and all the unspoken truths weighing on my chest.As we walked through the wooded path, Arthur carried the traditional markers he’d brought—white m