Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 215

(Audrey’s POV)

“You’re not even going to lie?” Arthur asked, his voice tight with disbelief as I gathered my things.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The irony was too perfect.

“What’s the point? I’ve heard too many lies from you before.” I met his gaze directly. “Your half-sister needed you. ‘She ran away from the pack territory, I need to find her.’ ‘She broke her mate bond, I’m worried she might do something rash.’ ‘She was injured by silver, I need to check on her.””

Arthur’s face darkened with each example I listed. His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles turning white.

“Eventually, you stopped bothering with excuses and simply said: ‘I need to see her.'” I continued, my voice eerily calm. “You always claimed you couldn’t ignore your sister. And if I complained even slightly, I was being petty. If I tried to stop you, it would be unforgivable.”

The territory den restaurant suddenly felt too warm, too suffocating. Arthur’s jaw clenched tightly as my words hit their mark. Several diners glanced our way, sensing the tension.

“How ironic,” I said, standing up. “This is what wolves call a ‘boomerang’ – something that comes back to hit you. You never imagined this day would come, did you?”

The silverware clattered against Arthur’s plate as he dropped it, the sound jarring in the quiet atmosphere of the upscale den. His usual composure cracked, revealing something raw underneath. The mighty Alpha Moonstone, thrown off balance by his own tactics used against him.

“Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes held a plea that once would have weakened my resolve.

I adjusted my travel pack on my shoulder, offering a half-joking smile. “Now you’re being unreasonable. Whenever you needed to leave in the past, I never stopped you.”

His dark eyes flashed with recognition at his own words thrown back at him. A muscle twitched in his cheek.

“Besides,” I added, “I’ve severed our mate bond now.”

Since it was a boomerang effect, I might as well make it a two-for-one deal. Everything he’d ever done to me, coming back to haunt him in one perfect moment. The satisfaction was sweeter than any venison dish left untouched on our table.

I walked out without looking back, not wanting to see his expression. The satisfaction I’d expected didn’t come, replaced instead by a hollow feeling in my chest. Victory tasted more bitter than I’d anticipated.

The night air felt cool against my heated skin as I stepped onto the sidewalk. The streets were crowded with wolves celebrating the Full Moon, couples walking paw in paw, their mate markings displayed proudly for all to see. Their happiness felt like a mockery of my complicated situation.

My territory transport was still parked at the Wolf Medical Center. With the full moon celebration traffic clogging the streets, it would take hours to retrieve it and then drive to Florian’s place. The thought of wasting more time was unbearable.

I decided to go directly to him instead. My wolf was restless, urging me forward.

The pack transport service line stretched around the corner, filled with young werewolves laughing, touching, their affection for each other obvious and uninhibited. A she-wolf nuzzled her mate’s neck, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Another couple shared a quick kiss, their scents mingling in the air.

How wonderful youth is, when love can be so pure and enviable. No complex pack politics, no painful histories, just simple. devotion.

A couple in front of me couldn’t keep their hands off each other, their scents broadcasting their recent mate marking. The young she-wolf giggled as her partner whispered something in her ear, her eyes shining with adoration.

I looked away, suddenly feeling every day of the past two years weighing on me. The silver scar on my wrist seemed to throb with phantom pain.

When my transport finally arrived, I gave the driver Florian’s address. As we wound through the congested territory, I stared out the window, rehearsing what I might say to him. Would he still be cold? Would his golden eyes still look through me as if I were a stranger?

With a jolt of surprise, I recognized the territory building – the same one where Florian had given me a den two years ago. Not just the same territory building, but as we pulled closer, I realized it was the same structure. The unit was directly below the one that had once been mine – just one floor down.

My heart raced. What did this mean? Was it coincidence, or had he deliberately chosen to be close to a place meant for me?

I took out my cell phone and messaged him: “What’s the den number?”

His response came immediately: “Building 6, Unit 1, 5th floor.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I paid the driver and made my way to the entrance. The familiar hallway brought back memories of a simpler time, when things between Florian and me hadn’t been so complicated.

Finding the door, I rang the bell and waited. Minutes passed with no response. Just as I was about to try again, the door swung open.

“They said she could recover within a month,” I replied, hope coloring my voice for the first time in our conversation. Saying it aloud made it feel more possible.

His expression softened slightly before he asked, “So the dinner was out of gratitude?” He watched me intently, searching for deception.

“What else would it be?” I countered, following him into the living area. The question felt loaded, as if he was testing me. Florian scoffed, wheeling himself around to face me. “Who shows gratitude at a mating ritual restaurant?” The accusation hung between us, sharp and pointed.

I stopped in my tracks, genuinely confused. “Mating ritual restaurant?” Heat flooded my cheeks as understanding dawned. I’d spent such a short time in Central Territory before my disappearance that I wasn’t familiar with all the territory dens. I’d assumed it was just an upscale establishment with good venison. The implications of Arthur’s choice now struck me fully.

“I honestly didn’t even know today was the Full Moon Celebration until I arrived at the pack gathering area and saw all the couples,” I admitted, embarrassment making my voice softer.

Florian looked at me, his eyes warming slightly. “Still as clueless as ever,” he remarked, but the edge had disappeared from his voice. For a moment, I glimpsed the old Florian, the one who teased me with affection rather than cruelty.

I ignored his comment and moved closer, removing the blanket from his legs without asking permission. His muscles were visibly tense beneath his lounge pants. Without ceremony, I sat cross-legged on the carpet and began massaging his calves with practiced motions.

As my fingers worked the tense muscles, I noticed something concerning. The flesh beneath my touch felt worse than before – harder, more unyielding. “Why has your leg injury gotten worse?”

His muscles tensed beneath my touch. Florian’s golden eyes flashed with irritation as he glared down at me. “It’s your fault.” The accusation was sharp, unexpected.

“My fault?” I repeated incredulously, my hands pausing their work. “How could it possibly be my fault?” Indignation colored my tone.

Something seemed to snap inside him. His jaw clenched as he growled, “Just be quiet, you’re annoying.” The words stung, but beneath the harshness, I sensed vulnerability.

I was about to stop talking, sensing his volatile mood, but then remembered something important – something I needed to know.

“Do you remember that person Emma Shadowcrest found to replace me?” I asked, my fingers resuming their careful work on his injured leg.