Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

(Grace’s POV)The room was too quiet, save for the sounds of Alexander’s steady breathing. He was close, but his presence felt like a distant mountain I could never reach.I turned slowly, setting my eyes on him. He was the Alpha of our pack, the man every wolf respected and feared, the partner I had been tied to for years.His broad shoulders and powerful figure symbolized everything an Alpha stood for. Dominance. Strength. Leadership. And to everyone else, love and loyalty to his Luna. To me.Yet, staring at him now, I felt none of that security. His golden eyes met mine briefly before he looked away, as if he couldn’t bear to hold the connection too long, as if… there was something heavy between us."Grace," his deep voice finally broke the silence, pulling me from my thoughts.I should have been completely intoxicated by him, drowning in the mate bond that drew us together with an almost primal need. But instead, my body trembled, and not from the kind of exhilaration I had once fe

(Grace’s POV)“Alright, help me out here, Grace. How much are you planning to withdraw? Enough to fill a vault?” Lucas’s voice bubbled with excitement as he walked a step ahead of me toward the Royal Wolf Bank.I tried to suppress a smile at his usual enthusiasm. His amber eyes sparkled under the sunlight, even as the imposing structure of the bank loomed ahead of us.“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not hauling away gold bricks,” I replied coolly, though his infectious energy made the corner of my lips twitch upward.“Well, with that check in hand,” he said, gesturing toward the paper folded neatly in my grip, “you might actually be able to!”He pushed open the massive glass door of the bank for me, motioning grandly for me to enter. I rolled my eyes but stepped inside, grateful for his lightheartedness amidst the storm my life had become.We were greeted by the polished interior of the Royal Wolf Bank. Everything seemed to shine—gold accents, marble floors, crystal chandeliers above. Wolves

The atmosphere in Helena’s chambers was peaceful, almost deceptively so. Sunlight trickled in through half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow on the intricate fabric of her armchair. Despite the comfort of the setting, unease twisted in my stomach as I sat across from her.Helena’s violet-gold eyes, still sharp despite her waning health, studied me intently. Her gaze wasn’t judgmental or cold—it was maternal, protective, and knowing.It was an uncanny feeling, sitting under her scrutiny, as though she could see through the walls I had carefully built around myself.“Grace,” she began, her voice soft but firm. Even when illness threatened her, Helena’s authority could not be questioned, especially when she spoke in that tone. “James explained that you were attacked by rogue wolves.”Alexander stiffened in the chair beside me, his long, muscular frame taut with tension. His hands rested on the armrests, but his fingers drummed lightly, betraying his impatience.Even now, he couldn’t sta

(Alexander’s POV)The chill of the Blood Moon Feast still clung to my skin as I walked briskly through the pack corridors, the heavy silence of the night pressing down on me. My wolf was restless, pacing in the back of my mind, snarling at every stray sound or movement.The entire evening had been nothing but a series of bitter humiliations. The ritual, Sophia’s defiance, Victoria collapsing theatrically—none of it sat right with me.And then there was Grace.The way she had held that chalice with trembling hands, her violet eyes filled with unreadable emotion. My wolf had stirred, agitated by something unspoken, but I had ignored it, like I always did when it came to her.Now, as I made my way toward my chambers, I couldn’t let the unease settle. My gut told me something was wrong—something beyond the feast’s spiraling chaos.A faint, almost imperceptible scent stopped me in my tracks.Silver.I froze, my wolf surging violently beneath my skin, its growl rumbling low in my chest.The

I sat in the same spot, frozen.Alexander hadn't even glanced at me earlier, not when he was guiding Victoria into the healer’s chambers, his whole demeanor screaming protectiveness.And now, here I was, peering mindlessly at the tiled floor of the medical wing, the biting reality of their connection twisting like a knife in my gut. His warm, attentive gestures toward Victoria felt like a mocking contrast compared to the cold indifference he'd shown me for days—no, months.I couldn’t breathe. No matter how much air I dragged into my lungs, it wasn’t enough to soften the ache building in my chest.I needed to leave.But as if fate enjoyed savoring my misery, the closed door to the healer’s chambers swung open. The sound reverberated through the quiet space, wrenching my attention upward straight into Alexander’s piercing golden eyes.He stopped the moment he saw me.His expression darkened in an instant, his Alpha power surging faintly as his wolf stirred beneath the surface. Behind him