Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Luna After the Loss
The night before our wedding, my Alpha, Charlie, was attacked by rogue wolves on his way to pick up my wedding dress.
He survived, but the doctor diagnosed him with severe PTSD and no memory of me. Any mention of our wedding made him collapse.
Around the same time, I found out I was pregnant. "Perhaps the childās arrival might awaken the part of him that truly loves you," the doctor said.
I clung to that hopeļ¼until I overheard them at the pack training grounds.
"Faking PTSD to dodge the wedding? Damn, Charlie, thatās next-level." One of his brothers laughed. "You really pulled it off, man. Playing the tragic Alpha just to shake off that boring little fiancĆ©e? Genius."
"Shut up!" Charlie snapped, but there was no real anger in his tone. "I love Eve. Iām only lying to her this once. Let me have my fun at The Velvet Bite a little longer, and then Iāll marry her."
"Especially her cousin, Lisa," another voice jeered. "Damn, Charlieāa brothel and the fiancĆ©eās family? Thatās low, even for you."
Charlie chuckled. "You donāt get it. Those women⦠I canāt live without that feeling. Itās addictive."
My hands shook as I tore the ultrasound report into pieces. Without a word, I turned and walked away.
That night, at the pack hospital, I made an appointment for an abortion.