Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Luna: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

(Grace's POV)The morning started with a weight tugging at my chest as I rubbed a thumb over the pendant now placed back around my neck. The intricate design felt heavier than it had when Alexander claimed me during our mating ceremony.Now, it wasn’t a symbol of love; it was a chain tying me to a painful reality I hadn’t been able to escape.Lucas, ever observant, gave me a teasing nudge as we strolled through the pack's commercial district. “You’re quiet today. Is it the pendant?”I cast him a sharp look. His amber-colored eyes softened, and he quickly backpedaled. “Sorry. That was blunt,” he admitted, lowering his voice. “But it’s obvious you have... mixed feelings.”I sighed heavily, the air around us buzzing with the chatter of pack members milling from stall to stall. “It’s hard to have feelings about something that feels like a command,” I admitted, hating the quaver in my voice. “But enough about me. Let’s find you something to cheer you up for once.”Lucas laughed softly, clea

(Alexander's POV)The Silver Moon Bar buzzed with muted conversations and the clinks of glasses. Yet, I heard none of it. My wolf paced wildly beneath the surface, restless and agitated. The moon-blessed wine in front of me offered no solace. It barely dulled the chaos in my mind.I sat at the corner table with Beta James and Alpha Ryan, a visiting pack leader whose sharp eyes missed nothing. He sipped his drink leisurely, as if he wasn’t weighing every crack in my façade.“Alpha,” James started cautiously. His voice carried the kind of edge that meant he was about to tread into unwelcome territory. “Have we done enough to investigate the rogue attack on Luna Grace? There’s something off about it.”My jaw tightened. Grace’s name twisted something inside me, something I couldn’t name. I gripped the glass harder than necessary.“It’s handled,” I said curtly. Yet, even as the words left my mouth, they felt hollow. Lies told more to soothe myself than anyone else.James frowned but didn’t

(Grace's POV)The streets of neutral territory bustled with the hum of a thousand stories. Wolves from packs across the lands came together here, their lives interwoven for these brief moments beneath shared moonlight.Lucas walked beside me, his excitement practically radiating off his lean frame. His amber eyes darted between shop windows as he nudged me playfully.“Look there!” Lucas exclaimed, pointing ahead. His voice carried a teasing lilt. “That one—it’s calling you. Regal, stunning, and commanding enough to remind everyone just who you are.”I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “I don’t need to command anything, Lucas,” I replied softly. The weight behind my words hung heavier than I intended. “I just need something appropriate for the auction. Nothing more.”“Oh, darling,” Lucas said dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Don’t sell yourself short. You don’t just need robes—you deserve to shine brighter than any star in that ro

(Grace's POV)The room felt suffocating as I paced back and forth, my restless fingers tugging at the edges of my robe.Every now and then, my eyes darted toward the small box containing what few personal items I’d been able to pack upon leaving our den. My thoughts churned, refusing to settle.The crystals. My healing crystals.Each one carried a piece of me—my energy carefully infused over countless nights when I worked in secret. Crystals meant not merely to heal but to protect, to save. Alexander had taken them. Or more accurately, they’d been gathered under his orders in preparation for tonight’s artifact auction.I clenched my fists, a low pulse of anger burning through me. How could he be so careless? Did he even understand their true significance?My gaze lingered on the faint glow of the sky visible through the window. Tiny stars blinked back, indifferent to my growing distress. Somewhere out there, Alexander would be preparing for tonight’s event, likely without even a passin

(Alexander’s POV)The moment she stepped into the room, every fiber of my being tightened. Grace didn’t belong out there, surrounded by prying eyes and lurking predators. She belonged here, with me, in the space that still carried faint traces of her scent.Her formal attire was understated compared to the others in tonight’s auction, but it struck me like lightning. The flowing fabric hugged her frame in ways that made my wolf stir with a possessiveness I barely kept in check.“Alexander,” she started, her voice steady, but I could hear the exhaustion layered beneath it. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed entirely, though it flickered faintly, much like the pulse of irritation skimming along the bond between us.I crossed my arms, leaning casually by the desk though my chest churned with agitation. “Six million,” I said flatly, narrowing my eyes. “Do you think spending through pack resources will go unnoticed?”Her chin lifted defiantly. “Do you think selling what isn’t yours to begin