All Chapters of The Pregnant Luna Rejected Her Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Freya's POV)"Excuse me," I said to Marcus, rising from my seat. "I need to use the restroom."The rich aroma of aged steaks and grilled vegetables had suddenly become overwhelming. Though I'd barely touched my food, I needed a moment to compose myself.Marcus nodded, his golden-rimmed glasses catching the light as he sipped his water. "Of course."I made my way through the elegant restaurant, nodding politely at a few wolves I recognized from past pack gatherings. In the privacy of the restroom, I splashed cool water on my face, careful not to smudge my makeup."Just a few more minutes," I whispered to my reflection. "Then you can go back to pack headquarters."After drying my hands, I exited the restroom and nearly collided with a familiar face in the hallway."Luna Snow?" a soft voice asked.I looked up to see Grace Hunter, Margaret Hunter's daughter. I recognized her immediately - the pretty young she-wolf I'd seen at the wolf medical facility during one of my prenatal che

(Freya's POV)Elder Katherine sat in her favorite armchair by the window, a crocheted blanket across her lap despite the comfortable temperature in the room. The evening light cast a golden glow across her silver hair, making her appear almost ethereal."Surgery, you say?" she asked, her voice stronger than it had been in weeks. "Well, it's about time. I've been feeling much better since coming home."Aaron stood beside me, his posture rigid as always when discussing his grandmother's health. I could sense his wolf Logan's protective energy radiating from him."Dr. Parker wants to do a pre-operative check-up tomorrow," I explained, keeping my voice gentle. "Just to make sure you're ready for the procedure."Elder Katherine's lips curved into a knowing smile. "You two have been tiptoeing around me for weeks. I'm not made of glass, you know.""Grandmother," Aaron began, his voice tight with concern. "The surgery is necessary, but there are risks—""At my age, getting out of bed is

(Aaron's POV)I stared at the door Lucas had just slammed behind him. The crack in his discarded glass caught the dim bar light, creating a spiderweb of illumination that somehow mirrored my fractured thoughts."So," Chris said, breaking the silence between us. "You're defending Freya now."It wasn't a question. His perceptive eyes studied me over the rim of his glass as he took another sip of his drink."I'm defending the truth," I replied, finally pushing my untouched whiskey away.Chris's lips curved into a knowing smile. "The truth. Interesting choice of words."I glared at him. "What are you implying?""Remember our last conversation in this very bar?" he asked, seemingly changing the subject. "When I suggested you look at your situation with your wolf's heart?"I remembered. That was the night Freya had fainted at the Silver Moon restaurant. The night everything had started to feel increasingly complicated."Have you figured out what you truly want?" Chris continued, his

(Aaron's POV)I stood perfectly still, watching as Freya's breathing steadied into the rhythm of sleep. The moonlight cast a silver glow across her face, softening the hard edges that had been there moments before during our argument.She had fallen asleep. Just like that. After slapping me and telling me she didn't have feelings for anyone—especially not me—she had simply turned over and drifted off as if nothing had happened.My cheek still stung from her slap. I raised my hand to touch the place where her palm had connected with my skin, bewildered by the sudden shift from her fury to this peaceful slumber.Had our confrontation been some kind of hallucination? The evidence was there on my face, but the contrast between her rage and her current tranquility was jarring.I moved to the other side of the bed, studying her features in repose. Her white-blonde hair splayed across the pillow, her lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She looked so peace

(Freya's POV)"Are we going to sit here all day?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the frustration bubbling inside me. "Elder Katherine is waiting."Aaron's golden eyes flashed dangerously in response, but I was beyond caring about his mood swings. I'd spent too many months walking on eggshells around him."Then perhaps you should have gotten in the car earlier," he replied coldly, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white."I got in as soon as your grandmother arranged it," I pointed out. "Now can we please go? The appointment is important."The silence that followed my words was deafening. I could feel Aaron's Alpha presence filling the car, pressing down on me like a physical weight. My wolf Bella stirred protectively within me, curling around our unborn cub.Without warning, Aaron slammed his foot on the accelerator. The SUV lurched forward with such force that I was thrown back against my seat, my hands instinctively flying to