Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 76

(Audrey’s POV)

The car ride to the Alpha Council Medical Center was uneventful but filled with thoughts that would not let me rest. I sat quietly, staring through the windshield as the world blurred outside, but my mind kept going back to Arthur’s face. The broken expression, the way his voice cracked when he repeated, “Our pups?” It replayed in my head like a haunting melody.

I could still feel the weight of those words hanging between us. He deserved to know the truth, yes, but the pain written all over his face made me wonder if my anger had perhaps been too cruel. For years, I had bottled up my hurt, my frustrations, my disappointments. When I finally unleashed it, it felt like fire-powerful and consuming.

But now, that fire had burned through, leaving only ashes.

“You’re quiet.” Nathan’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone laced with concern. His hands firmly gripped the steering wheel, knuckles slightly pale from the tension.

“I’m fine,” I lied softly, my voice almost a whisper.

He glanced toward me briefly, his blue eyes piercing as usual. “You don’t look fine. You’re feverish.”

“It’s nothing,” I dismissed, waving my hand weakly. “A simple fever. My body is healing. It’ll pass.”

His eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t push further. He shifted his focus back to the road, guiding the car smoothly through the late-night streets.

Nathan didn’t say anything else, and I was partially grateful for the silence. I needed time. Even if it was just a few moments to steady my heart. To sort through the chaotic mix of emotions swirling in my mind.

But my wolf? Grace was restless. She whimpered and growled alternately, either mourning or furious, signaling her uncertainty. I couldn’t blame her.

When the medical center came into view, my chest tightened. The sleek, modern building loomed ahead, the lights bright and clinical even at this hour. As if they were judging me just for existing in my current state.

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The doors swished open, and we were immediately greeted by Dr. Marcus Thompson, the Medical Director himself. His kind but professional demeanor put me slightly at ease.

“Miss Winter, Alpha Moonstone called ahead,” he began, gesturing for us to follow him. “He emphasized your delicate condition and requested that we provide the best care available.”

I blinked, momentarily taken aback. Arthur had done that? After everything that happened?

Nathan stepped closer to my side, his towering presence calming. “Arthur seems overly concerned,” he muttered under his breath, though not loud enough for the director to hear.

I hesitated before nodding, reluctant but too drained to argue. “Let’s just get this over with,” I murmured.

Dr. Thompson led us through the bright, pristine halls of the facility. We passed several rooms before eventually stopping at the VIP ward section. My eyebrows shot up. Weren’t these rooms already occupied?

As if reading my thoughts, the director offered a small, polite smile. “You’re Alpha Moonstone’s marked mate, Miss Winter. As such, you have priority for accommodations.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could speak, a shrill voice pierced the air behind us.

“Stop right there!”

I knew that tone. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it belonged to.

Victoria.

I turned slowly, my eyes narrowing as her furious figure came into view. Her usually perfect appearance was disheveled-her hair slightly out of place, her cheeks blotchy from rage. Her glaring eyes landed directly on me as she stormed closer.

“You!” she hissed, pointing an accusatory finger. Her voice was filled with venom. “You stole my room!”

I blinked deliberately, my expression cooling. “Did I?” My voice was calm, borderline amused, which only seemed to enrage her further.

“Yes! That’s my room!” Her voice rose with each word. “You need to tell Arthur that you don’t need it! Do it now!”

I tilted my head slightly, running my fingers through my damp auburn hair. “Why would I do that?”

Victoria’s eyes burned. “Because,” she said through gritted teeth, “I am carrying Arthur’s heir. You-” She paused, glancing toward Nathan briefly, then refocused on me. “You don’t even have a place in his life anymore!”

That stung, but I refused to show it.

Instead, I offered her a chilling smile. “Then by all means, Victoria.” I turned to Dr. Marcus. “Please ensure the room is thoroughly cleaned. I wouldn’t want to stay somewhere that’s been…” My gaze drifted back to her, my head tilting as I spoke the next words slowly, “… contaminated.”

Her face flushed red, her lips trembling with barely contained rage. “You witch-“

“The room is being sanitized as per Alpha Moonstone’s explicit instructions,” the director interrupted smoothly, pushing past the awkward tension. He gestured toward the doorway without addressing Victoria further. “Right this way, Miss Winter.”

Victoria stood frozen briefly, her mouth opening and closing as though searching for something to say. For once, she was rendered speechless.

“My mother.” The words spurred something within me. Memories, old and bitter, clouded my mind. “She held it all together. At least outwardly. But inside? She was falling apart.”

Her eyes drooped heavily, and her responses grew quieter. Eventually, she drifted off with a faint whisper escaping her lips, leaving whatever curiosity she had unspoken.

I sighed and sat back, running a frustrated hand through my hair. My timing with emotions was impeccable as always.

With a soft knock, Sarah stepped in. Her fierce eyes and furrowed brow indicated trouble. “Where is she?” she asked, her voice brisk.

“Sleeping.” I motioned toward Audrey, keeping my voice low. “She’ll be fine here for now.”

A movement by the door caught both our attentions. Outside, perched against the opposite wall, was Victoria. As expected, she hadn’t left the hospital grounds. But Sarah’s eruption of fury as she charged out to confront her next… That, I hadn’t expected.

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(Audrey’s POV)

The room was quiet. Too quiet. My eyes fluttered open briefly, registering darkness outside the window. My body was heavy, and my thoughts felt distant-like a fog had settled deep inside me.

A warm touch.

A hand, resting against mine, rough but gentle.

A trembling, muffled apology whispered somewhere above me, followed by a light brush against my forehead. Then my cheek. And finally, my eyelids.

The warmth lingered even as the whispers faded. By the time my mind fully woke, the room was empty.

Had it been a dream? Or something else?

But the warmth… it remained.