Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 66

(Audrey’s POV)

The atmosphere in the hallway was dense, tension rolling in waves. Arthur’s arrival was like a crashing storm, his dark presence pulling attention. His eyes honed in on me immediately, sharp and assessing. I wasn’t sure if it was the leather jacket draped around my shoulders or the fact that Nathan was standing close enough to feel protective-maybe both-but his jaw tightened noticeably.

“Nice jacket,” Arthur remarked coldly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Really suits you.”

My grip on the leather fabric instinctively tightened, a molten wave of anger bubbling in my chest. His focus, his sarcastic tone-it was typical Arthur. Not even a glance towards my condition, not a single word acknowledging what I’d been through.

“Thank Nathan then,” I shot back, my words sharp-edged. “He cared enough to notice I might need it. Something you’ve never bothered with.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Watch your tone, Audrey.”

“Oh, I would,” I snapped, eyes narrowing. “If you ever gave me a reason not to be angry. Was it that hard to spare a fraction of concern for me after the accident? Or were you too busy tending to your ‘precious’ Victoria?”

Arthur stepped closer, his eyes dark like storm clouds. The raw energy of his wolf brushed against me, but I didn’t flinch. Not this time.

“I’m still your mate,” he said, each word deliberate, his deep voice rumbling low in his chest. “Like it or not, you’re coming back to the pack mansion.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. His Alpha authority wasn’t intimidating me today. “Back to the pack mansion? For what, Arthur? So I can sit in one corner while you run back and forth between me and Victoria like a dog chasing two tails?”

Nathan took a deliberate step forward then, his usually quiet demeanor dissipating under Arthur’s dominance. “Careful,” he warned, his voice laced with unspoken threats. “She isn’t in any condition for this.”

Arthur didn’t spare him a glance. His eyes stayed locked onto me, unyielding and sharp. “You’re my mate,” he reiterated, his tone a little colder this time. “And I will decide what’s best for you.”

Anger flared in me, burning brighter than the pain radiating from my injuries. “What’s best for me?” I repeated bitterly. “Since when have you ever cared about what’s best for me?”

His wolf bristled at my challenge. He grabbed my wrist roughly, his grip firm but not painful-at first.

As he tugged me towards him, my body betrayed me. Pain shot up from where the surgery scars lay concealed, sharp and unbearable. Heat rushed to my face as I bit down a startled gasp.

“Arthur!” Nathan interjected sharply, stepping closer. His eyes darted to my slightly trembling figure. “She’s injured! Let go before you make it worse!”

Arthur froze as if he had forgotten entirely. His grip loosened slightly, but his eyes were still burning. “You don’t get to interfere.”

Nathan’s stance widened, his wolf energy rising like a shield. For a second, he looked ready to lunge if Arthur didn’t back down. “Say whatever you want to me,” Nathan said, his voice like steel. “But if your carelessness harms her further, I won’t just stand here.”

The tension reached a boiling point, but before it could explode, we were interrupted.

“Alpha Moonstone!”

A healer rushed into the hallway. Her face was pale, worry etched into every line. She inhaled sharply before blurting, “It’s Victoria. Her condition is worsening-she’s asking for you.”

For a fleeting moment, Arthur’s grip on my wrist tightened, as if battling an internal war. He didn’t let go immediately, his dark eyes narrowing as the weight of my accusations seemed to replay in his head.

“Go to her,” I said flatly, yanking my wrist free from his half-hearted grip. Surprisingly, he didn’t resist when I pulled away. Instead, I pointedly added, “She needs you more than I do, doesn’t she?”

His jaw clenched, his brows furrowing. “Audrey-“

“Choose,” I interjected sharply, my voice trembling but firm. “Do you go to her, or do you stay with me?”

It felt like the air held its breath, waiting. Every wolf in the hallway-including Nathan-watched silently, their gazes darting between us.

He raised a brow, opening the passenger door of his car for me. “Let me drive you.”

I shook my head. “You’ve already done enough, Nathan. Focus on… whatever plans you had before running into me.”

He smiled faintly, an almost unreadable expression crossing his features. “The thing is,” he admitted after a pause, “helping you is my plan right now.”

The honesty in his words caught me off guard. Before I could protest again, he said more insistently, “And before you argue, I’ve cleared my schedule for the night. So unless you want to drive yourself, get in the car.”

Reluctantly, I nodded, slipping into the passenger side.

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The drive was quiet. Peaceful, almost.

But my mind wasn’t ready to let the silence settle. It replayed the hallway events in painful clarity-the clash between Arthur and Nathan, my own bitter words, followed by Arthur’s easy dismissal to take a phone call.

I turned to Nathan suddenly, breaking the fragile quiet. “How did you know?” I asked, the question heavy.

He glanced at me briefly before refocusing on the road. “Know what?”

“About my-” I faltered, my voice catching. “The miscarriage. I only told Sarah. No one else.”