Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Luna: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Three years laterIvy’s POVThe scent of warm vanilla and crushed strawberries wraps around me like a soft blanket. The cake I’m decorating is a six-layer chiffon tower with swirls of whipped cream and sugared violets. A customer hums in the corner. The bell above the bakery door jingles faintly every time someone enters or leaves.Behind the counter, Arla giggles loudly. I glance up just as she presses a hand to her heart, eyes glued to the bakery’s tiny TV mounted in the top corner of the wall."Gods, look at him," she sighs dreamily. "I swear, if I had a chance to even meet him…"I don’t have to ask who she’s talking about.Alexander's face fills the screen, sharp angles and darker eyes, framed by a crown that sits like it was forged for him alone. He wears a tailored dark coat with a blood-red sash, standing beside a row of dignitaries.My breath stills."Can you believe this? He finally did it," Arla says

Ivy’s POVBefore either of us could say or do anything, suddenly the lights of the hall explode with a violent snap, followed by a suffocating rush of darkness that swallows the ballroom whole.The music dies mid-note. Gasps swell like a wave across the room, overlapping with the crash of glass as a waiter collides with a tower of flutes, shattering crystal into a chorus of shrill notes. For one suspended moment, the entire space breathes in panic and confusion.The swell of bodies becomes erratic, unsure. People stumble, bump into one another, seeking light. I find myself dragged slightly to the side by the current of motion. My heels falter against the polished floor, and I reach out instinctively to steady myself, but someone else is faster. A hand finds my wrist.Strong. Warm. Unyielding.At first, I don’t think twice. “Thank you, Eryc,” I murmur, breath escaping me in a soft rush, my voice barely audible beneath the confused murmurs o

Ivy’s POVThe bell above the bakery door gives a soft jingle as I shut it behind me. I lean back, pressing my spine tightly against the wood, as if the solid weight of it could somehow keep the storm on the other side from spilling in. My chest is tight. The memory of Alexander’s face; those wild blue eyes dimmed with something I can’t bring myself to name, loops in my mind.Helpless.He looked... helpless.But that wasn’t him. That wasn’t the man who tore through battlefields, who spoke in steel and silence, the formidable king everyone knew. And yet …A horrible, aching part of me wants to rip open the door and tell him to wait. Tell him I’ll make that cake after all. The one I swore I’d never make again.But I don’t.Because I’m not that girl anymore. I can't be. I won’t be.Something soft latches onto my leg. I glance down, startled, to find a tiny

Ivy’s POVIt’s just another day. Just another errand run. That’s what I keep telling myself, but it isn’t.The flight back to the capital of Morestone passed in a flurry, and soon I was back in my everyday routine.I smile thinking of how smoothly it went with my client Seraphina.“If only you were staying here for longer, I would introduce you to my friend. Oh, he is such a fan of your desserts!”On my last day, the older woman had hung on to my arm with a twinkle in her eye. I shook my head as I thought about the encounter, feeling amusement wash over me.However, now a prickling sense of awareness at the back of my head drags me back to the present. It was not a new feeling.Ever since the moment I had arrived back in the capital of Morestone, I had felt eyes on my back.Every single day, like a constant companion.I pass through the tiny grocery store run

Ivy’s POVThe room falls so silent you could hear a pin drop. Tavian’s mother’s smug confidence begins to unravel the moment Alexander’s shadow hits the floor. Her phone, still clutched in her manicured hand, trembles slightly as he steps forward. It’s clear that she doesn’t fully recognise him yet, still his presence shakes her.He’s unreadable. Imposing. The weight of his power presses against the walls, pushing the air out of the room. The temperature drops, and my heart thuds wildly in my chest.Alexander stands beside the teacher now, arms crossed, gaze locked on Tavian.“You’re the one we are all here for, aren’t you?” he asks, voice deceptively calm.Tavian stiffens and nods slowly.“You called Mikel a ‘fatherless mutt,’ didn’t you?”The boy’s eyes widen. His lips part, but the words don’t come. He flinches like