Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 77

(Audrey’s POV)

I woke up in my room at the Alpha Council Medical Center. Morning light filtered in through the drawn curtains, and for a moment, the peace felt foreign. My gaze drifted toward the door. It was closed, though I distinctly remembered Sarah Mitchell leaving it slightly ajar when she dozed off on the couch last night.

Someone had been here.

A chill ran down my spine at the thought. My mind immediately flickered to Arthur-no, that didn’t matter anymore. I dismissed the possibility with a bitter scoff. His recent actions proved where his priorities lay. Letting out a deep breath, I pushed the notion aside. Whoever had come in during the night was irrelevant now.

A soft knock interrupted my swirling thoughts. Before I could answer, the nurse entered, her arms laden with trays of food. An elaborate breakfast greeted me-perfectly arranged dishes of fresh fruit, warm bread, and a small pot of steaming healing tea.

“This was prepared specially for you, Luna,” the nurse said, her tone reverent. “The Medical Director himself ensured it aligns with a healing diet suitable for your condition.”

The title was a spear to my chest. Gamma. Luna. Soon-to-be severed mate bond Luna. I forced a polite smile and nodded, thanking her softly.

Sarah emerged from the living room, her sharp eyes immediately taking in the spread. “Wow,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm as she grabbed an apple from the tray. “Seems being Luna still has its perks, huh?”

I lowered my gaze to the food. Its fragrance was tantalizing, but my appetite was nonexistent. “Perks come with strings,” I muttered.

Sarah bit into the apple, eyeing me over its edge. “You sure those strings don’t connect back to Arthur? A man doesn’t arrange a feast like this for someone he’s planning to let go of.”

My lips quirked into something between a smirk and a grimace. “You think this is his doing?” I gestured to the food, then shook my head. “It’s just another one of his patterns, Sarah. Hurt, ignore, then a grand gesture to reset everything.” I picked up a slice of bread, though I didn’t eat it. “I’m not falling for it this time. We’re past that.”

Sarah shrugged, already halfway through another bite. “Past it or not, his resources sure make for a good breakfast. Wasting food seems criminal, so… thanks for sharing.”

I allowed myself a small chuckle, if only for her sake. “Eat up, then. Call it his final gesture of guilt.”

She gestured toward my untouched plate. “You’re not eating? If not for you, then for your recovery.”

With reluctance, I nibbled on the bread, my mind already shifting to the next battle ahead.

—

George Thompson arrived not long after the nurse had cleared my food trays. He carried a small pouch of rare healing herbs, their distinct scent wafting through the room as he opened it. His expression was somber, his movements deliberate.

He placed the pouch gently on the table beside me. “These are from Elder William’s collection,” he said. “For your recovery.”

Hearing Elder William’s name sent a pang through my chest. His absence still lingered like a shadow, one that drenched the Moonstone Pack in constant unease.

“They’re not necessary,” I said, my voice strained. “There won’t be more pups…”

I let the sentence hang, unfinished but pointed. My resolve to separate from Arthur hadn’t waned.

George’s eyes softened with sympathy, though determination flickered behind them. He stepped closer, his tone resolute. “Whether or not there are more pups, Elder William intended for you to have these. He believed the pack owed you this much and more.”

The mention of Elder William’s concern cracked the defensive walls I’d so carefully built. Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked rapidly to push them back.

“You deserve them,” George pressed gently. “And he would want you to accept.”

I nodded, my voice choking slightly as I managed a single word. “Okay.”

George lingered, watching me with the same paternal care he’d shown since I first joined the Moonstone Pack. After a pause, he reached into his coat and pulled out a small list, glancing up before handing it to me.

“I know this is hardly the time,” he began, hesitant, “but Elder William had another request.”

I stared at him, unsure of what more could be asked of me. It took a moment for his words to sink in before he continued.

“He wanted me to retrieve the silver pendants meant for your unborn pups,” he said solemnly. “They were gifted for their protection. If you wish, I can collect them from your safe at the pack mansion and return them to Arthur.”

The mention of those pendants twisted the knife in my heart. I had held onto them tightly, as though cherishing them could bring back what I’d lost. Yet Elder William’s guidance had never steered me wrong.

“Do it,” I whispered, nodding. “Take them to Arthur.”

George inclined his head, understanding the weight of my decision.

He nodded, though apprehension remained etched in his features.

“Should we notify Arthur?”

The question hung in the air for a moment before I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “Not yet.”

Arthur wasn’t ready-mentally or emotionally-and I couldn’t risk him dismissing our findings as an attack on Victoria. Not when she loomed so large in his life…

—

Just as George turned to leave, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the hospital floor drew my attention. My stomach twisted as Victoria appeared, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing squarely on me.

“George,” she said sweetly, though her tone carried its usual condescension. “Must you waste your time here? Shouldn’t your loyalty align with someone who actually remains part of Moonstone Pack?”

I stiffened, her words laced with venom.

George didn’t respond immediately, but I could sense his restraint in the tightness of his posture.

Victoria’s gaze fell back on me, and for a brief moment, her eyes betrayed her thoughts. There was an unnerving glint-a dangerous spark that left me cold.

As chilling as it was, my resolve only hardened. I had long since recognized the madness brewing beneath her polished exterior, and now, more than ever, I couldn’t ignore its parallels. Katherine… her mother… another woman capable of erasure, of poisoning alliances, of dismantling lives.

The realization hit like a thunderclap.

Mother and daughter. Two forces carved from a pattern of destruction.