Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Luna: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

(Grace's POV)The silence between Alexander and me stretched taut like a rope about to snap.His commanding presence filled the small den, his golden-red eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my spine tingle. My hand rested on the smooth edge of the low table as I kept my voice firm.“Alpha,” I said pointedly, making sure the title sounded infuriatingly formal.His sharp eyes narrowed immediately. “Grace,” he replied, his tone laced with a warning growl. His wolf stirred beneath his voice, dominating the air between us. “I told you before. Don’t call me that in private.”I bristled, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as I could muster. “That’s what you are to me now, isn’t it?” I tilted my chin up. “An Alpha. A title. Nothing more.”The lines of his jaw tightened, a muscle flexing dangerously as his control wavered. “You think you’re punishing me by saying that?” His voice dropped lower, roughened with his wolf’s simmering anger. “Address me the way a mate should.”The wo

(Grace's POV)I stood in the quiet of the East Lake chamber, the weight of its sacred history pressing down on me. The air was rich with the scent of wildflowers and faint traces of healing energy, a lingering mark of my mother's legacy.But it no longer felt like mine.Victoria had claimed it.The anger bubbling beneath my calm exterior grew sharper as I faced Marcus in this once-sacred space. His face, etched with pleading, spoke of desperation, but I couldn’t bring myself to pity him.“I won’t dissolve the mate bond,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze, “unless East Lake is returned to me.”His brows furrowed, his lips pulling into a tight line of disapproval."Grace,” he began, his tone measured, “don't be unreasonable. I’ve already given in too much by allowing you to remain as Luna.”“You allowed me?” I repeated, my voice taut with incredulity. “You mean you watched Victoria manipulate the pack, steal from my mother’s bloodline, and conveniently turned a blind eye?”“Victoria is sic

(Alexander's POV)The frost crept across my office windows. It matched the icy anger in my chest. That name—whispered in her sleep—spurred my wolf's unrest.Ethan.A low growl slipped from my throat. My wolf's agitation made the air hum with a dangerous charge. Claws scraped against my desk, leaving faint marks in the polished wood."James!" I barked, my Beta appearing in the doorway instantly.His calm composure faltered slightly as he stepped inside. The ice growing along the baseboards and the chill radiating from around me made him hesitate."Alpha?" His voice carried a mix of respect and wariness.I leveled a sharp glare at him, my claws retracting but only slightly. "Every wolf named Ethan," I said coldly. "In all neighboring territories. I want them found."James’ brow furrowed slightly. His posture stiffened, though he held my gaze. "All of them? Do you have anything more specific to narrow the search?"My hands clenched the edge of the desk. "Does it matter?" My voice dropped,

The moment her door creaked open, her scent overwhelmed me. It hit me so forcefully, I almost growled aloud. It was pure, yet muted, like it had been disrupted. This wasn’t our den. This wasn’t what was supposed to surround her.The small room seemed to echo every wrongness about her being here. My wolf prowled restlessly, clawing beneath the surface, snarling at her avoidance.“How long were you planning to stay here, Grace?” My voice was sharp, filling the small suite. My steps carried me inside uninvited, my presence heavy, demanding attention. “Hiding in neutral territory like this—it’s pathetic.”Her gaze hardened instantly, those violet eyes of hers sparking with defiance. She stepped deeper into the room, drawing an invisible line of resistance between us.“I’m not hiding,” she snapped, her tone icy. “I needed space. Space away from you, Alexander.”I shut the door with too much force, the echo reverberating through the room. My Alpha energy coiled dangerously around us, filling

(Grace's POV)Victoria’s smile was as sharp as ever, her emerald eyes practically gleaming with satisfaction. She stood at the center of the room, her voice rising above the low hum of casual conversations. Every word she spoke dripped with calculated smugness, and tonight she was giving a performance meant for me.“I just don’t know how you do it, Grace,” she called out, tilting her head slightly, that faux-innocent look plastered across her cruelly beautiful face. “It must be exhausting holding yourself together while so much is changing.”Her words cut deeper than they should have. My hand instinctively rested on my abdomen, the reminder of everything I had to protect grounding me. I looked up, fixing her with an empty expression. “You’re right, Victoria. Some of us adapt to challenges, while others... cling to excuses.”Her polite laughter barely masked her agitation. “Excuses? Oh, you misunderstand me. I’ve had to face so many challenges myself. Imagine Alexander depending on me d