Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Ivy’s POVI don’t feel so good.My father’s glare is enough to bury me, but I can barely pay attention to it.I am not a heavy drinker, and the sting of whatever was in Alexander’s glass burns my throat. It doesn't help that the anxiety of this moment had kept me from eating all day, so the alcohol had landed on an empty stomach, making me feel worse.My hand trembles, and my hold from around Alexander’s glass falters. My fingers slide against his and then fall until my arm hangs limp against my side.I feel his eyes focused on me, an unreadable expression making them look darker than ever.Wordlessly, he puts his now empty glass back on the table.“Ivy!” My father’s harsh voice clears some of the daze I am in. “My apologies, my king. I am afraid my daughter has embarrassed you with her lack of manners.”He chastises harshly, and my cheeks turn pink from the insult. I take a hesitating step back, wanting to retreat and disappear when Alexander’s arm wraps tightly around my waist.“Emb

Ivy’s POVThe next day, I head out to meet Angela at the bridal shop to get the jewelry. It’s a welcome distraction to keep my mind busy. So, I don’t re-play everything that happened with Alexander in my mind over and over again …Angela meets me outside the bridal shop at the decided time and smiles as she gestures to me to come inside. I am just about to step in when I notice a figure cloaked in shadows, their face obscured by a scarf.Something about them seems...familiar.I try to brush it off, thinking I must be mistaken, but the feeling persists.As I take a few steps forward, I find myself stopping and looking back at the mysterious figure. I feel an inexplicable urge to call out to them, to ask if I know them. But before I can act on it, Angela's voice breaks the spell."Ivy, everything okay?" she asks, noticing my sudden stop.I hesitate, unsure of how to explain the strange sensation."Oh yeah, just thought I saw someone I might know," I say finally, turning back to her.Ang

Ivy’s POVI see Alexander dive into the pool, his body slicing through the water with effortless power. Something about the sharp command in his voice anchors me.Don’t let go.His words echo in my mind, louder than the muffled rush of water in my ears.My limbs grow heavy and slow, but I fight to keep my eyes open. My vision blurs, but I catch glimpses of him; a strong arm cutting through the surface, his muscles flexing with every stroke.He moves like he belongs here, like the water bends to him, not the other way around.My chest burns, and panic claws at the edges of my mind, but then he’s there, so close I can see the fire blazing in his eyes. His hair clings to his face, dark and wet, and somehow he looks wickedly beautiful.Like a fallen angel brimming with rage even as he comes to rescue me.The moment he is close enough, Alexander yanks me against him, his grip firm as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me so close I can feel every inch of his heat pressing into me.My b

Third POVJoseph, the Chief Minister, steps into Prince Jacob’s lavish chamber with a stony expression on his face. His boots click sharply against the polished marble floor as he bows with measured respect."Your Highness," he begins, voice clipped. "I come seeking your counsel on a matter of grave importance."Jacob, lazily lounging in a high-backed chair near the fire, sets down his goblet without a care."Chief Minister," he greets, a slow smirk forming. "It’s rare for you to bring such urgency. Speak freely."James, now the prince’s constant advisor, sits casually on a nearby sofa. His eyes gleam with curiosity as he props his chin on one hand.The Chief Minister doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. "It’s about the King," he says, his voice tight. "His actions several days ago were a direct affront to me and to my position."The Minister’s hands clench briefly at his sides before he steadies himself."He stormed into my home uninvited. Injured my men. Humiliated me in front of m

Ivy’s POVMy fingers hover over my phone screen, the cursor blinking back at me. I type the message for the fifth time, delete it again, and start over.I need to talk to you. Tonight. Please meet me in the library.I stare at the words, biting my lip. Too formal? Too abrupt? I don’t even know if he’ll read it. But the library… that’s Alexander’s space. I have seen him spend hours there. If there’s anywhere he’ll go, it’s there.Taking a deep breath, I hit send before I can overthink it again.The delivery confirmation pops up immediately. No read receipt. My heart twists. The thought of him ignoring me entirely stings more than it should.I shove my phone into my pocket and head to the kitchen. There’s too much to do to let myself spiral into doubt.Bella is already there, chopping vegetables for dinner, her brow furrowed in concentration. She glances up as I rummage through the pantry.“What are you doing?” she asks, setting the knife down.“Baking a cake,” I say, grabbing a bag of