Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Bab 41 - Bab 50

(Audrey's POV)The air in the car was suffocatingly tense. Arthur’s words about wanting children only with me were still ringing in my ears. They didn't feel like a revelation or a promise — they felt like a cruel joke.I stared out of the window, trying to keep the tears from falling. The weight of everything between us was bearing down on me. My hands rested over my stomach instinctively — a desperate attempt to comfort myself.Then his phone rang. The sound cut through the thick silence between us. Before either of us could react, the car’s Bluetooth system connected, and a voice I deeply hated pierced the space.“Arthur? Where are you?”It was Victoria. Her whiny voice made my stomach churn with disgust.Arthur’s jaw tightened immediately. I watched as his grip on the steering wheel grew so tight that his knuckles turned white. He didn’t answer her right away, his eyes focused on the empty road ahead.“Arthur,” she pouted, her voice dripping with entitlement. “I need somethi

(Audrey's POV)I stirred awake on the small armchair next to Sarah's hospital bed, my neck protesting sharply at the awkward angle. The morning light streamed through the blinds, soft but insistent. Sarah, pale but alert, sat upright, poking half-heartedly at her breakfast tray. Her IV bag swayed slightly as the infusion continued, a stark reminder of how frail she looked compared to her usual fiery self."Morning, sleepyhead," Sarah croaked, her voice hoarse from all the alcohol that poisoned her system. She managed to find an impish smile despite her weakened state. "You look worse than me. Stay up all night planning pack sabotage?"I let out a half-laugh, half-sigh, stretching my sore limbs. "No, just making sure you didn’t choke in your sleep. Honestly, Sarah, what were you thinking? Drinking yourself into a hospital bed? You’re lucky I found out in time."She winced but shrugged it off. "Eh, Lucas will use it as some romantic ‘tragic martyr’ nonsense again. Maybe he’ll finally

(Audrey's POV)The pulsing bass of the Silver Moon Club seemed to echo the chaotic rhythm of my thoughts. Sarah’s determination to lift my spirits had brought us here, but I didn’t feel any lighter. If anything, the energy of the crowd pressed against me like an invisible weight.I needed a break. The restroom area promised a reprieve from the flashing lights and pounding music. As I made my way there, weaving through the throngs of wolves enjoying themselves, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. This wasn’t my scene.Rounding the corner into a quieter hallway, I saw him. Nathan Snowfang leaned casually against the wall near the restroom. His steel-blue eyes met mine, and a small, knowing smile curved on his lips.“Evening, Audrey,” he greeted. His voice was smooth, calm, in stark contrast to the chaos of the club behind me.“Nathan,” I replied, unable to hide my surprise. “What are you doing here?”He straightened, his grin widening slightly as he tucked his hands into his poc

(Sarah's POV)"Sarah, don’t go blowing up about it," Lucas warned over the phone, his voice careful and low. "You know these things tend to spiral. You want to make this worse?""Oh, it’s already worse!" I hissed back, pacing the living room. "Temporary? That’s a joke. You don’t just hand a title like ‘personal assistant’ over to someone like Victoria without an agenda!" My voice was rising, but the frustration was boiling over."Just don’t explode, okay? Protect Audrey first. That’s what matters."I bit down hard on the urge to throw something. "Yeah, protect Audrey. Something Arthur should be doing instead of babysitting Victoria!"“Look, just—keep her calm. Don’t tell her unless you’re sure she can handle it.”The creak of the stairs behind me cut Lucas off mid-sentence. I turned abruptly and my heart sank. Audrey was standing there, arms crossed tightly against her chest, her brows drawn down with suspicion."I’m sorry... what do I need to handle?" Her voice was as sharp as

(Arthur's POV)The air in the maternity wing carried an odd mix of sterile scents and emotions that felt too big for such a confined space. Despite the bustle of nurses and healers, I only had one thing on my mind as I stepped out from Dr. Isabella Rivers’ consultation room.Victoria was fine, her complications stable for now. But amidst the relief, something pricked at me. A sense that all wasn’t as it should be. A distinct scent had pierced through the chaos: lavender and sage. Audrey’s scent. Faint but distinctly hers. It was unmistakable.Why was she here? And more importantly, why hadn’t she told me?I strode down the hallway, ignoring Victoria’s idle chatter behind me about baby names. My steps quickened as I followed the trace of Audrey's scent like a hunter closing in on prey. The doors to another maternity unit slid open, and there she was, sharper than any fleeting thought.Audrey stood at the far right corner of the hallway, near an examination room. Her stance was tens