Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 258

(Audrey’s POV)

The queasiness hit me again as I leaned over the healing formulation station in Winter’s Remedy. My stomach churned violently, forcing me to grip the marble counter until my knuckles turned white.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath, wiping perspiration from my forehead.

For the past week, every morning had started the same way. The moment I began grinding moonflower petals or measuring silver-root extract, nausea would roll through me like ocean waves.

Initially, I blamed stress. The upcoming Inter-Pack Healing Council presentation had consumed most of my mental energy lately. Representing Central Territory’s newest healing innovations before the most prestigious healers in werewolf society was no small responsibility.

But today marked the seventh consecutive morning of symptoms. My professional knowledge couldn’t ignore the pattern any longer.

“Sarah,” I called out, my voice slightly strained. “Can you take over the morning consultations?”

Sarah looked up from her administrative paperwork, concern immediately creasing her features. “Are you feeling unwell again?”

“Just tired,” I lied, not ready to voice my suspicions aloud.

“You’ve been ‘just tired’ for a week now,” Sarah pointed out skeptically. “Maybe you should see a healer.”

I nodded absently, already mentally calculating dates and symptoms. Six weeks since my last moon cycle. Morning sickness patterns. Heightened scent sensitivity that made certain herbs unbearable to work with.

The possibility made my heart race with equal parts terror and anticipation.

“I think I’ll visit Dr. Moonhowl this morning,” I said carefully. “Just to rule out any underlying issues.”

Sarah’s eyebrows rose. “Dr. Elena Moonhowl? The pack fertility specialist?”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “She’s also a general healer,” I protested weakly.

“Audrey,” Sarah said slowly, her eyes widening with realization. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

I couldn’t meet her gaze. “I’m not thinking anything definitive yet.”

“Oh goddess,” Sarah breathed, abandoning her paperwork entirely. “This is huge. Does Florian know?”

“There’s nothing for him to know yet,” I said firmly. “Not until I have confirmation.”

But even as I spoke the words, excitement bubbled beneath my carefully controlled exterior. The thought of carrying Florian’s pups sent warmth spreading through my chest.

Dr. Elena Moonhowl’s clinic occupied an elegant stone building near Central Territory’s government district. I had met her briefly at pack social functions, but this would be our first professional interaction.

Her receptionist, a young Beta with knowing eyes, smiled sympathetically when I explained my appointment request.

“Dr. Moonhowl can see you immediately,” she said. “She had a cancellation this morning.”

The examination room smelled of cleansing herbs and moonstone essence. I perched nervously on the padded table, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my territory dress.

Dr. Moonhowl entered with professional grace, her graying hair pulled back in an elegant knot. Her warm brown eyes immediately put me at ease.

“Luna Stormhowl,” she said with a genuine smile. “What brings you to see me today?”

I explained my symptoms as clinically as possible, though my voice trembled slightly with anticipation. Dr. Moonhowl listened without interruption, making occasional notes on her examination pad.

“Would you mind if I performed a scent analysis?” she asked gently. “It’s the most accurate method for early detection.”

My heart hammered against my ribs as she moved closer, her enhanced healer senses focused intently on detecting hormonal changes. The seconds stretched endlessly while she concentrated.

Suddenly, her expression shifted to one of delighted surprise.

“Congratulations, Luna Stormhowl,” she said with a warm smile that made my vision blur with happy tears. “You’re approximately six weeks along.”

The confirmation hit me like lightning. All the breath rushed from my lungs in a single, overwhelming moment of joy. “Really?” I whispered, as if speaking too loudly might shatter this beautiful reality.

“Really,” Dr. Moonhowl confirmed, her professional demeanor softening with genuine happiness. “And from what I can detect with my enhanced senses, you’re carrying twins.”

The world tilted sideways. Twins. Two pups. My hands instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, imagining the lives growing within.

“Twins,” I repeated numbly, hardly able to process the magnitude.

“Healthy, strong heartbeats,” Dr. Moonhowl assured me. “Both pups appear to be developing perfectly. Your scent indicates excellent prenatal health.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks as the reality fully sank in. After years of trauma and loss, life was giving me this incredible gift. “Are you alright?” Dr. Moonhowl asked gently, offering me a soft tissue.

“I’m perfect,” I managed through my emotional overwhelm. “Better than perfect.”

She spent the next hour explaining prenatal care for werewolf multiples, providing nutrition guidelines and scheduling follow -up appointments. But my mind kept drifting to one burning question.

How would I tell Florian?

I found him exactly where I expected – hunched over territorial expansion documents in his private study. Golden afternoon light streamed through the tall windows, highlighting his concentrated expression.

He looked up when I entered, his face immediately brightening with that smile that still made my knees weak.

“How were consultations this morning?” he asked, setting aside his paperwork. “Sarah said you weren’t feeling well.”

Instead of answering, I silently placed Dr. Moonhowl’s report on his desk. My heart thundered so loudly I was certain he could hear it.

Florian glanced at the document with casual interest. Then confusion flickered across his features as he read the header. His golden eyes snapped to mine, questions written clearly in his expression.

“Audrey?” he said slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I watched emotions play across his face like clouds moving across the sky. Confusion gave way to dawning realization. Realization bloomed into wonder. Wonder exploded into pure, uncontainable elation.

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