Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 17

(Audrey’s POV)

Sunlight streamed through the windows of my new home. I blinked against the brightness, the sleep clutching at me like a stubborn memory. My exhausted mind replayed last night again and again – Arthur’s desperation, his broken words, the raw plea for me not to leave him.

I sat up slowly and pressed a hand against my stomach. The growth of our pups brought both comfort and confusion. “It’s just us now,” I whispered, as if to reassure myself. “We’ll be fine.”

The sound of heavy footsteps outside brought me back to the present. They weren’t slow and deliberate – they were purposeful and loud. Then came the knock. Firm, each strike rattling my door. Arthur.

Grace stirred with unease. I took a deep breath to brace myself and made my way to the door.

When I opened it, there he stood, towering as ever. His dark eyes immediately locked onto mine. He was all Alpha King – commanding, impossible to ignore, and emitting an aura that demanded compliance.

“Get ready,” he said without preamble. “You’re coming back to the pack house.”

I stared at him, his words digging underneath my skin like claws. “Excuse me?” My voice hardened. “Have you forgotten last night? The mate bond? The fact that we agreed it’s over?”

“No,” he said sharply, his jaw tight. “But that’s not happening.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. It was sharp, dry, and hurt far more than I wanted it to. “Oh really? Not happening? And what about last night, Arthur? When you were drunk and clinging to me like I was your lifeline?” I leaned closer, challenging him. “What about your promise? Or was that just the alcohol talking?”

His face darkened, his lips pressing into a firm line. “I don’t remember what I said last night,” he replied. His tone was flat and unrepentant.

It took every ounce of willpower not to lose control. My hand gripped the door as I pushed it half-closed in frustration. “Of course. Convenient, isn’t it?”

Before I could shut him out entirely, he slid his foot in the gap, stopping it. His eyes burned into mine, unyielding. “Elder William summoned us. Lunch. Both of us. No excuses.”

The name alone made me freeze. Elder William. The idea of defying the old Alpha King felt impossible.

“Fine,” I snapped, stepping back. The door swung open wider. “Come in. But don’t get comfortable.”

Arthur stepped inside, his presence filling the small interior immediately. He took it in at a glance, his eyes pausing on the few untouched boxes in the corner. I’d unpacked only what I needed. This wasn’t my home – not yet.

As I walked to the bedroom to get ready, I heard Arthur’s voice drifting through the air.

“You’ve done well with this place. It suits you. Since it’s yours now, you can decorate it properly.”

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my dress, muttering under my breath. When I returned to the living room, pulling at the dress hem, I wasn’t in the mood for his small talk. j 0 b n i b . c o m “I’ve barely unpacked,” I replied curtly. “You think I’ve had time to get comfortable? Especially when I moved out to escape your constant presence and Victoria’s drama?”

His back stiffened, but his head turned towards me. “She’s no longer an issue,” he said. His words were clipped, firm.

I let out a humorless laugh and crossed my arms. “She was enough of an issue to make me leave, Arthur. Your bed, your house, and your life.” Then, after a pause, I added, “Once this bond is severed, you’re free to have her. It’s not my concern.”

His eyes flared with something indiscernible, torn between fury and something softer. “Victoria and I aren’t in contact. And whether this bond ends or not, she will never be my Luna. I’d never allow that.”

“Fascinating,” I said, my sarcasm biting. “Well, maybe you should have thought about that during the countless times you allowed her to ruin what little was left of us.”

Her words struck a nerve, and I felt the irritation rising again. “And what exactly does a ‘dead ex-partner’ look like?” I asked dryly.

Her lips curled in what could have been the ghost of a smirk. “Like he’s dead.”

Her answer burned hotter than her tone. My chest tightened as I tried to keep my breathing steady. I knew she was angry. I just couldn’t understand why she still clung to this jealousy over Victoria. Our relationship – if I could even call it that – had ended long before Audrey came into my life. Didn’t she know that? Couldn’t she see it?

The miles stretched between us and the pack mansion, but each moment felt endless. The silence returned, and no amount of reasoning could shake it.

(Audrey’s POV)

As the pack mansion loomed into view, my anxiety twisted and tightened. Guilt gnawed at me as I thought of Elder William. I had promised him yesterday that I wouldn’t sever the mate bond, but the promise felt hollow now.

When Arthur killed the engine, I stayed frozen in my seat for a moment. My eyes fluttered toward him, searching. Hoping, maybe, that he would share some signal that we could face this together.

Instead, Arthur opened his door without a word. He stepped out, his posture commanding as ever, and strode forward without glancing back.

He didn’t wait. I stared, heart sinking, before I finally pushed open my door and climbed out.

Typical. Always one step ahead. Always leaving me behind. Always Arthur.