บททั้งหมดของ His unwanted Luna, his greatest Regret : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

POV: Elara​The plastic stick felt heavy in my hand as I stared at the two pink lines, and my heart was racing so fast that I could barely breathe.I had waited three years for this moment, three years of being the "rogue wife" everyone whispered about in the hallways, but I was sure everything would change now.Silas wanted an heir more than anything, and I hurried toward the Alpha suite with the test tucked into my pocket because I wanted to be the one to tell him before the pack doctors found out.I could already imagine the look on his face, and I hoped that for the first time since our wedding, he might actually smile at me or maybe even hold me.​As I reached the heavy oak doors of the suite, the sound of loud music and laughter filtered through the wood, and I hesitated for a second.It wasn't a pack meeting, it sounded like a party, so I pushed the door open slowly.The room was filled with high-ranking members of the Blackwood Pack, and right in the center stood Silas with hi

POV: Elara​The car ride to the pack house was silent and uncomfortable, and I spent the entire time looking out the window at the passing trees because I didn't want to look at Silas, who was driving with a frustrated grip on the steering wheel.When we finally pulled up to a massive stone building that looked more like a fortress than a home, he didn't even offer to help me out of the car, and he just started walking toward the front doors while expecting me to follow behind him like I had done a thousand times before. I walked at my own pace, ignoring the way he kept glancing back with an annoyed expression, and when I stepped into the foyer, several people stopped what they were doing to stare at me.​"Your room is upstairs, the third door on the right, and don't expect me to come up there and check on you because I have a meeting with the council in ten minutes," Silas said, and he didn't even look at me as he pointed toward the grand staircase.​"I can find my own way, Silas, an

POV: Silas​I stood at the head of the long dining table and watched the seats fill up with my high-ranking warriors and their mates, but my mind wasn't on the border reports or the upcoming hunt because I couldn't stop thinking about the way Elara had looked at me in her bedroom.I expected her to come downstairs and take her usual spot at the very end of the table, sitting in that small, uncomfortable chair where she used to keep her head down and barely eat a thing, but when the doors opened, she didn't even look toward the foot of the table.She walked in with a steady pace and pulled out a neutral chair right in the middle of the row, sitting down between two of my lead scouts who looked at her like she had just grown a second head.​"Elara, that isn't where you sit," I said, my voice carrying across the room and causing the clinking of silverware to stop instantly, but she just looked up at me with those calm, hollow eyes.​"Is there a name card on the table that I missed, Silas