All Chapters of The Alpha Regrets; He Wants His Luna Back.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lara's POV We finally got through the Alpha Conclave's proceedings and made it back to the hotel side where we had already booked our rooms, to retire for the day. The corridor was quiet in the way hotel corridors always were at this hour … that particular late-night hush where the only sounds were the soft carpet underfoot and the distant hum of the building. I was so exhausted that I had already removed my shoes somewhere between the elevator and the corridor, and I was holding them in one hand by the straps, walking in my bare feet and not even slightly bothered about how that looked. I was with Beta Draven, walking beside me at that steady pace of his that never varied regardless of the hour or the circumstances. "Look, it's…" I started, reaching for the right words through the fog of how tired I actually was. "It's been a really long night. I mean, we have literally been out the wh

Beta Remy's POV Alpha Lucien and I had resorted to a space he had insisted on, just the two of us, after the conclave event wrapped up. The night air here was quieter than it had been inside that hall, and the change was ‘welcomed.’I stood a few steps to his left with my hands in my pockets, giving him the kind of space that a Beta learned to give their Alpha when the Alpha was clearly somewhere else in his head even while physically present. He was holding a picture. Not a new one though. I recognised it … or rather, I recognised the shape of his attention when he held it, because I had seen him hold that same image more times than I could count across the years. It was half of a photograph … the kind of clean, scissor-cut edge that said someone had deliberately separated two people from the same image. The half that remained was Lara's side. The other half, from wh

Lara's POV Before a single word left my mouth, my mind went straight back to that corridor outside Dr. Asher's office…years back. The day I had stood there with my hand pressed to my mouth, listening to the man I was married to give a doctor instructions about what to do with my pregnancy before he even knew it existed. ‘Listen. If Lara were to ever get pregnant, I need you to terminate it immediately.’ He had said it calmly. Without hesitation. Like it was just another instruction on a list of things to handle. I remembered exactly how pathetic I had felt about myself in that corridor. How I had stood there with one hand on the wall and the other over my stomach, wondering what kind of person loved a man who could say something like that so easily. I had been so far gone on him that I had managed to keep loving him even after that. Which said a lot about the s

Alpha Lucien's POVI was lost in it again. The bottle of liquor and the glass. This is the same cycle I had been running since I got back to my room after everything that had happened.I had a glass of the liquor already in my hand, swirling the content slowly, watching it move around the sides of the glass the same way the thoughts were moving around inside my head … circular, yet finding no clean place to land.I had taken enough of it already. I knew that. But I couldn't just stop."If this kid is Draven's … or whatever his name is — just like Lara made me believe..." I said it quietly to no one, still swirling the glass. "...Then why do I feel so close to him?"That was the part that had been sitting on me since she walked out of that space with the boy's hand in hers and Draven's shoulder under her palm. That pull I had felt the moment he ran into me calling me daddy … it had not gone away. And it had not faded after she gave me her explanation. Rather, it had just sat there in my

Lara's POV I couldn't sleep all night. I lay there in the hotel room with my eyes open and my thoughts going in circles that kept arriving at the same place no matter which direction I started from. The ceiling didn't have any answers. The room didn't either. Just the quiet and the hum of the building and the weight of everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, pressing down on me from all sides. ‘Vale really wants a father in his life.’ The thought kept coming back, and every time it came back it had a question attached to it. ‘Should I tell Lucien the truth … just for my son's happiness?’ I lay with that for longer than I wanted to admit. And then I pushed it away, real hard. The way you pushed something away when you knew that if you held it any longer you were going to do something you could not undo. Because I knew