Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Bab 251 - Bab 260

(Arthur's POV)The cold stone floor of the lodge pressed against my back like a grave marker. I could feel the silver burning through my chest with each labored breath, spreading its poison through my bloodstream like liquid fire.Six holes. Six pieces of silver embedded in my torso. Each one designed to kill werewolves efficiently.But I wasn't thinking about the pain. I wasn't thinking about death approaching on silent paws. All I could see was Audrey's face above me, her emerald eyes wide with shock and terror.The irony wasn't lost on me. For three years, I had tried to control her, possess her, bend her to my will. And now, in my final moments, I was finally doing something purely selfless for her."Audrey," I gasped, reaching toward her with a hand that felt impossibly heavy. "I'm sorry... for everything."My voice came out as barely a whisper. Each word cost me precious breath I didn't have to spare. But these words needed to be said. They should have been said years ago.

(Third-Person POV)The Pack Council's grand courtroom had never seen such a momentous trial. Carved stone walls that had witnessed centuries of werewolf justice seemed to lean inward, as if the very building understood the gravity of what was unfolding within.Nathan Snowfang sat in the defendant's chair, silver restraints gleaming around his wrists and ankles. His blue eyes, once warm with false affection, now burned with unrepentant obsession. He showed no shame, no remorse for the destruction he had caused.The evidence against him was overwhelming. Communication logs detailing his manipulation schemes covered three large tables. Testimony from victims stretched across days of proceedings. Text messages, financial records, medical falsifications - every piece of Nathan's carefully constructed web of lies was laid bare for the court to examine."The defendant orchestrated a systematic campaign of psychological manipulation spanning multiple years," the prosecutor declared, his vo

(Third-person's POV)The autumn moon hung full and radiant above the newly constructed auditorium by the river's edge. This location held profound significance - it was where Serena and Florian had played as children, where their bond first formed decades ago.Elder Shadowcrest stood at the ceremonial altar despite her advanced age and frail health. Her weathered hands trembled slightly as she held the ancient mating ceremony texts, but her voice remained strong and clear."I am Serena's grandmother," she had insisted when the venue was being planned. "I failed to protect her when she needed me most, keeping her back in the day but unable to shield her from harm. Let me at least witness her proper mating today."The conspicuous absence of the current Shadowcrest Alpha and his mate spoke volumes about the family's internal divisions. But Elder Shadowcrest had come prepared, bringing a collection of rare healing stones as her blessed gift to the couple."These stones have been bless

(Audrey's POV)The queasiness hit me again as I leaned over the healing formulation station in Winter's Remedy. My stomach churned violently, forcing me to grip the marble counter until my knuckles turned white."This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath, wiping perspiration from my forehead.For the past week, every morning had started the same way. The moment I began grinding moonflower petals or measuring silver-root extract, nausea would roll through me like ocean waves.Initially, I blamed stress. The upcoming Inter-Pack Healing Council presentation had consumed most of my mental energy lately. Representing Central Territory's newest healing innovations before the most prestigious healers in werewolf society was no small responsibility.But today marked the seventh consecutive morning of symptoms. My professional knowledge couldn't ignore the pattern any longer."Sarah," I called out, my voice slightly strained. "Can you take over the morning consultations?"Sarah loo

(Audrey's POV)The first contraction hit me like lightning as I reached for my morning tea. I gripped the kitchen counter, breathing through the sudden intensity while calculating the timing in my head."Too early," I whispered to myself. "Three weeks too early."But my daughters clearly had their own timeline."Florian!" I called out, my voice carrying across the territory den with more urgency than I intended.His response was immediate. Golden eyes wide with alarm, he appeared in the kitchen doorway within seconds, still holding his business correspondence."Is it time?" he asked, though my expression had already given him the answer."The contractions are five minutes apart," I said, gripping the marble counter as another wave rolled through me. "They've been going for the past hour."Florian sprang into action with military precision that would have been amusing under different circumstances. He grabbed our prepared emergency list from the refrigerator, checking items with