All Chapters of The Luna My Alpha Regrets Losing: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Morning came softly over Silverfang, and I woke to something I hadn’t expected to notice until it was already true.I’d slept peacefully.Not the shallow, watchful sleep I’d carried since the night Kael stood in front of everyone I loved and cast me aside. Real sleep, deep and undisturbed, the kind I hadn’t realized I’d been missing until my body finally remembered how to find it again. Bells rang somewhere across the city, servants moved through the corridors beginning their day, and below my window the gardens stretched out green and ordinary in the early light.It didn’t feel like waking in someone else’s life anymore. It simply felt like waking up.-----Lucien invited me to breakfast that morning, and it took me a moment to realize there was no lesson folded into the invitation this time. He simply wanted the company.We talked about small things over the meal — the city, the ceremony from the night before, the ordinary rhythms of palace life that had nothing to do with council c

Lucien found me the next morning with a stack of petitions instead of another lesson dressed up as conversation.“I’d like you to review these before the afternoon council session,” he said. “Not every problem reaches the council table. Some are solved long before that, if anyone bothers to look.”“If you only hear the loudest voices,” he added, “you’ll never hear the kingdom.”I understood, taking the stack from him, that he wasn’t teaching me a principle this time. He was simply letting me practice one.-----I spent the morning working through them one by one — a widow requesting tax relief after losing her mate, farmers arguing over disputed water rights, an old veteran asking after compensation promised years earlier and never delivered, a healer requesting additional medical supplies before winter set in fully.I read carefully, taking notes as I went, and somewhere in the middle of it I noticed something that hadn’t been obvious at first glance: several unrelated petitions, fro

I woke feeling worse than I had the morning before, though nothing about it seemed dramatic enough to worry over. Heavier. Slower. That same persistent tiredness, only settled a little deeper into my bones than usual.I told myself the same thing I’d been telling myself for days — that I’d simply been working too hard, that rest would catch me up eventually. The maid who brought breakfast noticed I’d barely touched it, her expression flickering with quiet concern before she said nothing and cleared the tray away.-----Lucien asked me to join him for another administrative meeting that morning, and partway through it, I noticed him watching me more than the reports in front of him.I wasn’t distracted, exactly. I simply couldn’t seem to summon the same sharpness I usually brought to these discussions, my thoughts moving slower than the conversation around me.Once the meeting ended, he pulled me aside.“How long have you been feeling unwell?” he asked.“I’m fine,” I said, the same ref

I barely slept, and woke already exhausted, my mind circling the physician’s promise to return without landing on any reason to fear it. He was simply being thorough, I told myself. Careful, the way physicians were trained to be.The maid who helped me dress noticed the tension in my shoulders anyway.“Are you well, my lady?”“Just tired of feeling tired,” I said, and managed a laugh that came out steadier than I actually felt.-----The physician arrived not long after, and this examination unfolded slower than the others, more careful in its questions.“When was your last moon cycle?”I answered, and something in his expression shifted almost imperceptibly.“Has your appetite changed? Have certain smells become unpleasant to you?”“Yes,” I admitted, thinking of the bread, the dish I’d pushed away only nights ago.“Dizziness. Fatigue. Nausea.”Each question landed a little heavier than the last, and somewhere in the middle of them, I felt the pieces begin arranging themselves into a

I woke calmer than I had in days, the shock finally beginning to settle into something steadier. The truth hadn’t grown easier to carry. It had simply grown clearer, and with that clarity came a decision I hadn’t fully let myself consider until now.I couldn’t keep this from Lucien forever. Not because he was king, and not because I owed him an explanation. Because somewhere over these past weeks, without my quite noticing when it happened, he’d earned my trust.“Would His Majesty have a moment to see me today?” I asked an attendant, my voice steadier than I expected it to be.-----He received me privately that afternoon — no council, no guards inside the room, just the two of us and the quiet crackle of the fire.He noticed something different in me the moment I sat down. Not sadness. Something closer to resolve.“Has the physician given you answers?” he asked gently.I let the silence stretch longer than I meant to before I finally found the words.“He did.” Another pause, harder t