Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 49

(Arthur’s POV)

The air in the maternity wing carried an odd mix of sterile scents and emotions that felt too big for such a confined space. Despite the bustle of nurses and healers, I only had one thing on my mind as I stepped out from Dr. Isabella Rivers’ consultation room.

Victoria was fine, her complications stable for now. But amidst the relief, something pricked at me. A sense that all wasn’t as it should be. A distinct scent had pierced through the chaos: lavender and sage. Audrey’s scent. Faint but distinctly hers. It was unmistakable.

Why was she here? And more importantly, why hadn’t she told me?

I strode down the hallway, ignoring Victoria’s idle chatter behind me about baby names. My steps quickened as I followed the trace of Audrey’s scent like a hunter closing in on prey. The doors to another maternity unit slid open, and there she was, sharper than any fleeting thought.

Audrey stood at the far right corner of the hallway, near an examination room. Her stance was tense, almost rigid. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes flicked toward me for the briefest second before deliberately shifting away. Sarah wasn’t with her this time, and her aura hinted at guarded panic.

Yet, it wasn’t just Audrey that caught my attention. It was the man standing beside her, murmuring something to her-Dr. Rivers. Their exchange seemed almost conspiratorial, and my wolf didn’t like it. Neither did I.

“Arthur?” Victoria’s voice broke through my focus as she approached from behind. Her hand grazed my arm. I caught the accusing edge in her voice. “Shouldn’t we go? It’s already been a long day for me and the baby.”

I didn’t spare her a glance, brushing her hand off lightly. My gaze locked on Audrey instead. That tidal wave of curiosity and suspicion surged stronger.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” I said dismissively. “Wait in the lounge.”

Victoria bristled at the suggestion, an unspoken protest ready on her lips. But I didn’t care. I was already moving toward Audrey, whose stiff shoulder-line betrayed her intent to avoid me.

“Audrey,” I called out firmly, stopping a step away from her. “What are you doing here?”

Her body turned slightly, but her expression shut tight. “Does it matter?”

The nonchalant tone in her voice felt like a jab. My patience thinned as I glanced from her to Dr. Rivers, who stood awkwardly, avoiding my gaze. Something wasn’t right here.

“It matters,” I countered. My voice lowered, pressing. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t,” she snapped, her emerald eyes flashing with an edge I rarely saw. “You don’t get to interrogate me.”

I crossed my arms, not backing down. “If it’s nothing, then you won’t mind explaining. Why are you seeing a healer in the maternity ward?”

Her lips parted for a fraction of a second, as though caught off guard by the directness of the question. But then her gaze sharpened. “And why do you care, Arthur? You’re only here for-” she gestured vaguely, her tone dripping with mockery-“more important things.”

“This isn’t about her,” I said before she could continue. “I asked why you’re here.”

Silence lingered for a beat too long before I turned to Dr. Rivers, who looked like she wanted to dissolve into the nearest wall. She was still hugging a clipboard tightly against her chest, gripping it as though it were a shield.

“You,” I said sharply, addressing the doctor. “What was the purpose of her visit?”

Audrey’s eyes widened just slightly-a fleeting moment of alarm. She shot a quick glare at the doctor, who stood stock still between a rock and a hard place.

“Answer me,” I commanded, allowing my Alpha authority to lace into my tone. Dr. Rivers flinched.

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(Audrey’s POV)

Panic hammered through my chest as Arthur’s command wrapped around Dr. Rivers. My fingers clenched into fists to keep myself calm. Every fiber of my being screamed for the doctor not to slip.

The brief glance she gave me held a quiet understanding. Arthur loomed like a storm ready to strike, but she kept her composure. Clearing her throat, Dr. Rivers spoke smoothly.

“Mrs. Winter is experiencing minor silver-induced inflammation,” the doctor said professionally. Her tone was clinical, even. “It’s nothing serious. A routine anti-inflammatory treatment was prescribed.”

Relief washed over me. It wasn’t the perfect lie, but it was enough. Enough to keep my truth hidden just a little longer.

Arthur, however, didn’t look convinced. His dark brows furrowed, suspicion simmering beneath his unreadable expression. “And you didn’t think to mention something like this to me earlier?” he asked me bluntly.

The question struck a nerve. I threw him the iciest look I could muster, tired of the hypocrisy his concern carried. “When exactly was I supposed to tell you?” I shot back, folding my arms. “Between your babysitting sessions?”

Arthur’s expression hardened. “That’s not fair.”

“No?” A bitter laugh slipped out. “Then tell me, Arthur, why is it that you’re always ‘on call’ for her? She makes a fuss, and you drop everything. But when I-“

“My health?” She laughed bitterly again, loud enough to echo. “Suddenly that matters to you?”

Her eyes shimmered faintly, but there was nothing soft in her expression-only the bite of betrayal.

A beat of silence passed between us. It felt heavy. Suffocating. Then she spoke slowly, her words deliberate and sharp.

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(Audrey’s POV)

“What if I was pregnant, Arthur?” I asked faintly.

His reaction was swift-a narrowing of his gaze, his brows furrowing. But what followed next shattered every flicker of hesitation I had about severing ties with him.

“We’ve been careful,” he said dismissively. “That’s impossible.”

It was like a silver blade tearing through my chest. All the air in the room seemed to vanish, replaced by a suffocating weight. His words didn’t just acknowledge what he thought of our relationship-they affirmed it.

Pregnancy wasn’t part of his plans. Not with me.

I stepped back, drawing whatever resolve I had left. “Tomorrow morning at the Pack Council. Don’t be late,” I said firmly.

To my surprise, he didn’t argue this time. His nod was stiff, his reluctance showing. But I didn’t care.

I turned and left, my steps echoing in the hallway. This was it. It had to be.

There was no turning back now.