Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Pregnant Luna
Each one more personal than the last, stolen pieces of my life and work now laid bare for display.
My breath hitched. “No…”
Lucas followed my gaze, his lips tightening at the sight. “Grace—”
“I know,” I interrupted, my voice barely steady.
As the auction began, my heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat, each rhythmic call of the auctioneer driving adrenaline through my veins. My hands gripped the edge of my ceremonial robe as I forced myself to remain composed.
The first crystal—familiar and humming faintly with power—was introduced: a rare blood-moon crystal. My blood-moon crystal. Memories of using it to heal Helena flashed through me, the powerful bond of energy I’d poured into it seem