All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Audrey's POV)My sleep was a tangled mess, filled with fitful tossing and turning. My already fragile nerves felt frayed to the point of snapping, worsened by the cruel reality that sleep wasn’t offering even a sliver of respite.The events of the previous night replayed in loops in my head—the sound of Arthur’s declaration at the police station, his unmistakable presence at my door, his stubborn decision to stay in *my* territory. Every memory churned in my mind, setting my emotions in chaos.Grace, my wolf, wasn’t helping either. She whimpered quietly, conflicted as I tried to calm her with reassurances. But even my subconscious betrayed me when stray thoughts of Arthur seeped into my dreams. It was like trying to hold back a tidal wave.When morning finally crept in, I felt like I had barely caught a wink of rest. My head pounded, my limbs heavy and slow as I got ready for work. The dark circles under my eyes were impossible to hide—even with excessive concealer.I sighed deep

(Audrey's POV)Arthur's face was flushed. His usual sharp features now seemed raw, untamed. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his breaths came in heavy, uneven bursts that filled the room with a strange heat.His wolf-gold eyes locked onto mine, wild and full of something primal. It wasn’t the Arthur I knew. This was someone—something—lost in chaos."Arthur," I called out, my voice shaky. "What’s wrong with you? Do you hear me?"He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step closer, his movements slow but purposeful. Cold dread crept up my spine.His shirt was half-unbuttoned, exposing the mate mark on his chest. My eyes darted to it involuntarily. That mark. The one that once gave me hope. The one that now felt like a cruel reminder of all the pain between us."Stay back," I warned, my voice firmer now. But my hands trembled, betraying the resolve in my tone.Arthur didn’t stay back. He stepped closer, his wolf’s gaze fixed like a predator cornering prey. His voice, low and unste

(Audrey's POV)I sat in the Alpha Council Medical Center, the sterile scent of disinfectant mingling unpleasantly with my overly sensitive nose. My ankle still ached faintly, but it wasn’t the pain that kept my mind churning. I was trying — failing, really — to piece myself together after everything that happened with Arthur.The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system and the muffled voices from the hallway. I rested a hand protectively over my stomach, fingers splayed over the slight curve that seemed more visible to me now than ever before. The realization of my pregnancy still lingered heavily, like weight pressing on my chest.Three years ago, I had convinced myself I might be pregnant shortly after Arthur marked me as his mate. I’d felt fleeting hope then, fooling myself into believing that a pup might strengthen a mate bond that had always felt one-sided. Back then, I imagined celebrating the news together. I imagined joy.This time, the emotions wer

(Audrey's POV)The previous night felt like a cruel dream I could not wake from. Arthur, drenched in blood, his focus entirely on Victoria, replayed in my mind like a broken record. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shove the thoughts aside.Sleep had been a merciless struggle. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again—his face filled with concern that he had never once shown me in that way. My heart twisted violently every time.Grace, my wolf, wasn’t howling anymore. She was quieter now. Her energy felt suffocated, like she couldn’t muster the strength to fight. She just whimpered softly in the back of my mind, a low sound that mirrored my own exhaustion.When I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, it didn’t last long. By the time the sun was high in the sky, I was awake again, staring blankly at the ceiling of my room. The curtains were drawn, drowning the room in a dim light that matched my mood.I forced myself to sit up, every muscle in my body protesting. My hand i

(Audrey's POV)The final notes of the concert faded into the buzzing of the departing crowd. My chest felt heavy, weighed down by emotions that refused to settle. Each song had felt like a mirror to my own turmoil.I felt raw, exposed. This wasn’t supposed to be my night—this wasn’t supposed to be our story.Through the thrum of wolves chattering and moving as one giant wave toward the exits, Nathan stayed close. Always calm. Always watching. He never said much.His silence was both comforting and maddening, his blue eyes occasionally flickering in my direction as though to check if I was still holding it together.I wasn’t.As I stood to leave, a sudden wave of dizziness came over me. My vision blurred slightly, and I faltered, gripping the back of the nearby chair for support."Careful," Nathan said quickly, his hand shooting out to steady me.His grip on my wrist was gentle as he helped me regain my balance. Concern laced his expression. "Are you alright?"I forced a small