Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 50

(Audrey’s POV)

The Pack Council Office loomed before me, an imposing structure built from dark stone, its arches sweeping high into the cloudy sky. Rain fell softly, chilling the air, and yet, my focus stayed on the man walking beside me. Arthur.

He held an umbrella over us without a word, his jaw tight, every step weighted. His usual commanding presence was muted, dulled by what he couldn’t say aloud.

I glanced at the umbrella briefly, my own hands tucked into my coat pockets. “You don’t have to baby me,” I muttered, not unkindly. “I can walk in the rain.”

Arthur didn’t respond, his eyes fixed forward. His silence was a shield, but it also betrayed him. The bond between us might be fraying, yet these silences spoke volumes. His wolf, Logan, was restless under his skin-I could feel the flickers of unease through the connection we still shared. Nothing could hide the tangle of thoughts swirling in his head.

By the time we reached the entrance of the office, the rain echoed faintly in the background. The heavy glass doors opened automatically, and the receptionist greeted us with strained politeness, clearly aware of who we were. A few heads turned in the lobby. Whispers traveled fast in the territories, and our situation was no small headline. Even packs far from Moonstone knew the Alpha King and his Luna were unraveling.

Margaret Wilson, the Pack Council Administrator, appeared a moment later. Her gray-streaked hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her sharp eyes barely betrayed the weight she carried in handling cases like ours.

“Alpha Moonstone. Luna Winter,” she greeted coolly, her neutral tone revealing nothing. “Please, come with me.”

Arthur nodded curtly. I followed, my steps quiet but steady.

Margaret led us down a long hallway, the soft hum of fluorescent lights guiding our way. At the end, she ushered us into a small conference room. It was tastefully simple, the rich, dark wood of the table and chairs giving the room a sense of gravity.

As we sat, Margaret drew a thin file from her briefcase and placed it in front of her. “You’ve both requested this meeting for a mate bond severance. I trust you understand the procedures fully?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

Arthur remained still, his hands clasped together on the table, his gaze fixed downward.

Margaret’s gaze flicked between us, pausing for a moment on Arthur. She raised an eyebrow slightly. “Alpha Moonstone, do you agree with this severance? It isn’t uncommon for Alphas to contest such requests-especially in cases involving non-Alpha-ranked mates.”

Arthur’s head lifted at that, and for a moment, his dark eyes met mine. I expected him to argue. To deny. But he said nothing. His lips pressed together, and after what felt like an eternity, he gave a slight nod.

“Fine,” he said, his voice low but steady.

The finality of the word sent a pang through my chest.

Margaret gave a sharp nod and opened the file, spreading several papers across the table. She directed my attention to the document detailing my claims.

“You’ve listed your requested assets as the new territory assigned to you and the cottage above it,” Margaret said succinctly, tapping the second page.

I nodded again. “That’s correct. It’s all I want.”

There was a pause.

Margaret’s finger shifted to another line, her expression subtly tightening. “However, according to this revised agreement, your settlement also includes a ten percent share of the pack’s healing herb plantation. Is this accurate?”

My stomach dropped.

What? I stared at the line she indicated. That hadn’t been part of the property agreement I’d drafted.

“No,” I said quickly, my words firm but careful. “That’s not mine to take. The plantation belongs to… his mother. It should stay with the Moonstone Pack for his future Luna.”

Margaret’s sharp gaze flicked towards Arthur. “Alpha Moonstone, was this your addition?”

Arthur’s expression remained unreadable, although his hands clenched briefly on the table.

“Yes,” he admitted simply. “It’s a gift.”

Something cracked in the air between us, invisible but undeniable. My fingers gripped the edge of my chair tightly as I forced myself to hold his gaze.

“I don’t want it,” I said, my voice soft but unyielding. “I’ll only take what I asked for. Make the adjustment, please.”

Arthur leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Audrey-“

“No,” I cut him off before he could say more. My resolve hardened as I shook my head, feeling an angry lump rise in my throat. “I overheard your conversation with Elder William, Arthur. I know you never really wanted me as your mate. Don’t use this as an opportunity to play the benevolent Alpha or fix what can’t be fixed.”

Outside, the rain was unrelenting.

Arthur held the umbrella for me again, though we walked without speaking. Everything felt heavier-his steps, his breathing, the faint bond between us that hadn’t yet been severed.

At my car, he paused as I unlocked the door.

“Audrey,” he started quietly, his voice barely rising above the sound of the rain.

I turned to look at him, my heart already bracing itself for whatever excuse or wordless apology was coming.

But instead of speaking, he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms.

I froze as his warmth surrounded me, his hold firm yet hesitant. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to remind him that this was over-we were over.

“Arthur-” I began, my voice breaking into a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, holding my gaze, the intensity in his dark eyes almost too much to bear. “Tell me this is what you really want. Tell me now, and I won’t stop you. But if there’s even the smallest part of you that wants to wait…”

His words hung between us, heavy and raw.

I bit my lip, my heart hammering as I struggled not to give in to the temptation of hope. “Arthur,” I said softly but firmly, “I need you to promise me something. Don’t change your mind. Don’t regret this. I-” My voice faltered, my throat thick with emotion. “I can’t handle you breaking this, breaking me again.”

He was silent for a long moment before finally nodding. “I won’t.”

I stepped back, letting the cold rain form a barrier between us.