Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 62

(Audrey’s POV)

The drive home from the Alpha Council Medical Center was silent, except for the faint hum of the radio that Sarah had left on. My mind was a whirlpool of emotions-grief, anger, exhaustion-but mostly, despair.

I leaned against the cool glass of the car window, staring at the blurred lights of the city passing us by. My heart had never felt so heavy.

Sarah finally broke the silence, her voice edged with fury. “Are you really not going to tell him? About the pregnancy?”

Her words hung in the air like a challenge.

I didn’t answer immediately, my chest tightening as I weighed my emotions. Finally, I murmured, “What’s the point, Sarah? It wouldn’t change anything.”

She slammed her hands on the steering wheel, making the car jerk slightly. “Audrey, you lost those pups-his pups-and he doesn’t even know. He has no idea what Victoria’s actions almost cost you!”

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the memories of the accident and Arthur’s indifference. His face as he cradled Victoria replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

“He wouldn’t care.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

Sarah glanced at me sharply. “You don’t believe that.”

“Of course I do,” I snapped, my voice cracking. “Sarah, he made his choice. He always chooses her. If I told him about the pups, there might be some… momentary guilt. A temporary attempt at reconciliation. But then what? He’d go right back to her.”

“You don’t know tha-“

“I do,” I interrupted, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. “He stepped over me, Sarah. I was bleeding on the ground, and he walked right past me to get her to the car. You saw it too.”

The car was silent again, except for the faint sound of my own shaky breathing.

It took a moment before Sarah spoke again, her voice shaking with anger. “If I had my way, Victoria would already be reported to the Pack Council for what she did.”

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “And what would that accomplish? Nothing. Arthur would defend her, twist the story, and somehow all the blame would land on me. He’s the Alpha King, Sarah. In his territory, she’s untouchable.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“It’s reality,” I said bitterly. Then, quieter, I added, “Besides, she’ll get what’s coming to her. Sooner or later. She always does.”

Victoria’s cryptic words from the mall incident echoed in my ears. They hinted at something more, something that made my stomach churn every time I thought about Elder William’s sudden collapse.

—

That night, sleep didn’t come easily.

When I finally drifted off, the nightmares began. I was back on the street, Victoria’s claws sinking into my arm like iron shackles. The screech of car tires filled the air, followed by the sickening thud as I hit the pavement.

In my dreams, I carried my pups in my arms, shielding them from danger. But I couldn’t protect them. I never could.

Their cries echoed in my mind, “Why didn’t you save us, Mommy?”

I woke up drenched in sweat, a scream stuck in my throat. My hands instinctively went to my stomach, aching with the emptiness that now defined it. “I’m so sorry…” I whispered to the silence, tears streaming down my cheeks as I curled up tighter under the blankets.

—

The next day brought a bittersweet finality.

It was my last day at the Moonstone Therapy Center. The thought should have brought relief, but instead, it left a hollow ache in its place.

Sarah, true to form, bombarded my phone with messages reminding me to take care of myself. Her aggressive yet caring nature was the only thing keeping me steady.

When I arrived, I immediately noticed my office door was slightly ajar. The window was open, and a light breeze carried in warm air.

I frowned. I’d locked the door before leaving the previous day.

“Rebecca?” I called out, turning toward my assistant, who was arranging files at her desk outside my office.

She glanced up, looking caught off guard. “Oh, the window? I opened it earlier. It’s such a rare day for good weather-I thought some fresh air might help.”

I nodded slowly, though unease itched at the back of my mind. “Thank you.”

Inside, I spent the morning completing the handover process, packing up my belongings. The shelves looked so barren now, stripped of the books and little trinkets I’d collected over the years.

My life here had reduced itself to two suitcases’ worth of possessions. It reminded me painfully of leaving the territory house I’d shared with Arthur. Three years of marriage, and I had walked away with only the essentials.

The thought left a lump in my throat, but I swallowed it back and pushed forward.

—

At noon, Rebecca burst into my office, her phone in hand. “Luna Audrey, you have to see this.”

—

Before I could fully process the exchange, my phone rang. An unfamiliar number lit up the screen.

“Audrey Winter speaking,” I answered cautiously.

The voice on the other end made me freeze. “It’s Howard Mitchell.”

My grip on the phone tightened involuntarily. My uncle. The man who had made my childhood a living nightmare.

Silence stretched on as I tried to comprehend his sudden reappearance.

“My mate’s ill,” he said bluntly. “Your Aunt Juliette. She’s at Wolfe Medical Center. I… need you to come.”

“What?” The word escaped me before I could stop it.

“She’s sick,” Howard snapped as if it were obvious. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Just come here. You owe us that much for raising you.”

The rage bubbling in my chest nearly overwhelmed me, but words failed me.

“I’ll send you the address,” he said, his tone brimming with entitlement, before hanging up abruptly.

—

When I arrived at Wolfe Medical Center, I immediately spotted them. Aunt Juliette lay in the hospital bed, her face pale and drawn. Her son, Timothy, fidgeted nervously beside her. And then there was Howard, hovering with that same self-righteous air I remembered from my childhood.

As soon as Juliette saw me, her eyes narrowed, and she turned to Howard with venom in her voice. “You brought her here?!”

“She’s family,” Howard shot back, his tone dismissive. “Besides, we raised her, didn’t we? She owes us this.”

Their argument swirled around me, words pulling at painful, buried memories of beatings, cruelty, and neglect.

Finally, Howard turned to me, his voice calculating. “It’s silver poisoning. Treatment is expensive. You decide what to do, Audrey.”