Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left: Bab 51 - Bab 60

(Audrey's POV)I stood by my car, watching Arthur walk away with deliberate steps, his shoulders tense and his stride stiff. His towering frame disappeared into the rain-soaked street, blending with the muted grays of the day, leaving behind a haunting quiet.The umbrella he had held over us was still in my hand, droplets of water sliding from its edges as I stared at where he had been standing moments ago.The soul-deep emptiness inside me deepened. Eight years. Eight years of my life bound to him. Eight years of believing he would one day love me as much as I—I stopped the thought before it could finish. I couldn’t go there. Not right now. Not after everything.Gripping the handle of the umbrella tightly, I got into my car, slamming the door behind me harder than necessary. The sound echoed in the confined space, but instead of comforting me, it left a hollow ache in my chest.As I drove to Sarah’s place, I tried to steady my breathing. Every mile felt heavier. Despite the rai

(Audrey's POV)The moonstone pendant twinkled faintly under the dim light, catching my eye as its gentle sway mirrored my restless thoughts. My fingers brushed against it, the old habit resurfacing without conscious intention. The familiar cool touch of its surface stirred memories I wished I could bury.It was a parting gift, or so I had thought—a symbol of love and unity when Arthur had first marked me during our mate ceremony. Back then, it had been both a promise and a reminder. Now, it felt like a cruel taunt, a heavy chain around my neck rather than a token of affection.I hadn’t realized how long I had been touching it until I caught Arthur watching me. His dark eyes, as always, betrayed nothing, but I could feel his wolf’s presence simmering beneath the surface, impatience and curiosity fused into one.“You’re still wearing it,” he said, breaking the silence. His tone leaned more observational than critical, but there was an undercurrent of intrigue that I resented.I drop

(Audrey's POV)After seeing the initial improvement, Arthur returned to his office, claiming urgent pack matters needed attention.But I felt something wrong.Something didn’t add up about Elder William’s sudden collapse. He’d been fine earlier. Tired, perhaps, but fine. Dr. Marcus Thompson had assured us his weekly medicine pouch should keep the silver poisoning from his past injuries at bay. So, what went wrong?I stood abruptly, the tension in my body making it impossible to sit still. My chest tightened as my instincts screamed that something was off. Grabbing the nearest nurse passing by, I forced my voice to remain steady despite the looming panic."Dr. Raymond Walker," I began, keeping my tone as calm as possible. "Where is Elder William’s medicine pouch? He never missed his medication schedule."The nurse blinked in surprise at my directness, then nodded carefully. "I’ll get Dr. Walker for you. Please wait here."Seconds turned into long minutes as I paced near the obser

(Audrey's POV)When I woke the next morning, I felt a suffocating stillness in the air. The moment I glanced out the window, I realized why.Pack guards were stationed at every exit of the pack mansion.My stomach dropped.The truth hit me like a slap. Arthur had locked me in.At first, I told myself it couldn’t be true. There had to be a reason. Perhaps it was an overreaction, a misunderstanding. But as I moved through the halls, testing doors and exits, it became painfully clear that I was a prisoner.I stormed toward the main entrance, where two familiar Beta-ranked guards were stationed. Their alert postures and unblinking gazes felt like brick walls in my path."I'm leaving," I announced, my voice sharp and unwavering. "Step aside.""Alpha Arthur's orders," one of them replied, his tone neutral yet firm.I clenched my fists. "I am still your Luna. You should obey my command."The other guard hesitated, his eyes flicking to his partner for reassurance. But his stance didn

(Audrey's POV)Elder William's passing hung over the pack mansion like a thick, oppressive fog. His absence created a void that no amount of ceremony or resolution could fill.I had moved my belongings back into the pack mansion as Arthur had requested. Perhaps "ordered" was more accurate, though he’d phrased it gently, insisting it was better for the pack’s image. Still, I hated every piece of my decision to comply.After everything that had happened, the mansion felt more like a prison than a home. Behind these walls, secrets brewed and loyalty blurred. Arthur’s promise to cut ties with Victoria was the only thread holding me together.That night, I collapsed in bed, the emotional weight of the day finally dragging me under like an irresistible tide. For the first time in days, I slept deeply, undisturbed by nightmares of betrayal or lingering grief.---The morning light streamed through the heavy velvet curtains. I stirred slowly, relieved I hadn’t been jolted awake by anothe