Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 92

The drive away from the Snowfang estate was quiet, both of us processing the events of the day.

“I should help you treat those burns,” I said, glancing at Nathan as I navigated the winding road. “Silver wounds can get infected if not properly cleaned.”

Nathan shifted in his seat, wincing slightly. “I’ll be fine. Lucas will help me when he gets back.”

“Lucas Reed?” I asked, surprised. “Sarah’s friend?”

“He owes me a favor,” Nathan replied with a small smile. “And he’s discreet.”

I nodded, understanding his reluctance to involve pack healers who might report back to Elizabeth. We approached a small house nestled among the trees – Nathan’s private residence away from the main Snowfang estate.

“Here’s good,” Nathan said as I pulled into the driveway.

I put the car in park but didn’t immediately move to get out. “I’m sorry for what happened today. It seems I keep bringing trouble to the people I care about.”

Nathan turned to face me fully, his expression serious. “None of this is your fault, Audrey.”

I sighed, gripping the steering wheel. “I should go. I need to get the scent analysis report from George and then head back to Arthur.”

A flicker of emotion crossed Nathan’s face at the mention of Arthur’s name. “Of course.”

I reached for the door handle, but Nathan stopped me with a gentle touch on my arm.

“Take the car,” he said. “It would be difficult to get pack transport out here, and I don’t want you stranded.”

“I can’t take your car,” I protested.

“You can,” he insisted. “Consider it borrowed. You can return it when things calm down.”

After a moment’s hesitation, I agreed. “Thank you, Nathan. For everything.”

The drive back to my territory house gave me time to think. So much had happened in such a short span – Elder William’s death, my miscarriage, Arthur’s betrayals, Victoria’s manipulations, and now this revelation about Nathan’s past. My life had become a tangled web of pack politics and personal vendettas.

When I arrived home, I showered quickly, washing away the lingering scents of the hospital and the Snowfang estate. I changed into fresh clothes – simple jeans and a soft blue sweater that didn’t smell of antiseptic or pain.

George had left the scent analysis report in a sealed envelope on my kitchen counter. I opened it carefully, scanning the technical jargon until I found the conclusion: the scent markers on Elder William’s replaced medicine belonged unequivocally to Victoria.

My hands shook slightly as I held the paper. This wasn’t just speculation anymore. Victoria had tampered with Elder William’s medication. The question was whether Arthur would finally see her for what she truly was.

I tucked the report into my bag and headed back to the Wolf Medical Center, my mind racing with possibilities. Would Arthur believe the evidence? Would he finally hold Victoria accountable for her actions?

The medical center was quieter than it had been earlier. I made my way to Arthur’s private room, knocking lightly before entering.

Arthur was sitting up in bed, looking remarkably recovered despite the silver wound. His eyes found mine immediately.

“You’re late,” he said, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“I had errands,” I replied simply, not wanting to explain my visit to the Snowfang estate. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he said, watching me closely. “The silver has been completely removed.”

I nodded, pulling the scent analysis report from my bag. “I have something to show you.”

Arthur’s eyebrows rose slightly. “The surprise you mentioned?”

“It’s about Elder William,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “About his death.”

A flash of genuine grief crossed Arthur’s face at the mention of his grandfather. “What about it?”

I handed him the report. “George Thompson found Elder William’s emergency medication in his study. It had been tampered with.”

Arthur took the report, his expression guarded. “Tampered with how?”

“The medication was replaced with something else,” I explained. “And the scent markers on the packet belong to Victoria.”

Before Arthur could open the report, his phone rang. Victoria’s name flashed on the screen.

Arthur frowned, rejecting the call without hesitation. The gesture gave me a small flicker of hope that perhaps he was finally seeing through her manipulations.

Almost immediately, Daniel Hayes’ phone rang. He answered it, stepped into the hallway for a brief conversation, then returned with a surprised expression.

“Alpha,” Daniel said urgently, “it’s Katherine. She’s awake.”

Arthur froze, the report forgotten in his hands. “My stepmother is awake? After all this time?”

Daniel nodded, his surprise evident. “Victoria just called. Katherine regained consciousness about thirty minutes ago. The healers are with her now.”

My wolf stirred uneasily within me. The timing felt too convenient, too calculated. Katherine waking up just as I was about to present evidence against Victoria?

Arthur quickly composed himself. “We need to go see her.”

“Weak,” she admitted. “But seeing you makes it worthwhile. I would endure a hundred comas if it meant keeping you safe.”

Her gaze shifted to me, curiosity mingling with something harder to define. “And this must be…”

“Audrey Winter,” Arthur supplied. “My mate.”

Katherine’s eyebrows rose slightly. “Your mate? But Victoria told me…” She trailed off, glancing at her daughter.

“What did Victoria tell you?” Arthur asked, his voice carefully neutral.

Katherine patted Arthur’s hand. “Just that Elder William wouldn’t allow you two to mate, and that you had entered a political marriage instead.” She turned to me with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry if I’ve upset you by bringing up a sensitive subject.”

The calculated innocence in her tone made my wolf bristle.

“Not at all,” I replied with equal politeness. “Though it seems Victoria inherited her talent for creative storytelling from somewhere.”

Katherine’s eyes widened with perfectly feigned shock. “What a hurtful implication, my dear. Victoria may be impulsive, but she’s not a liar.”

“Mother has been in a coma,” Arthur said quietly. “She doesn’t know what’s happened recently.”

Katherine squeezed Arthur’s hand, her expression now one of maternal concern. “Victoria can be childish, I know. And Arthur has always indulged her. They grew up practically as siblings, after all.”

I fought to keep my expression neutral at this blatant revision of history. From everything I’d learned, Victoria had been obsessively attached to Arthur from the beginning, and their relationship had been anything but sibling-like.

“If she’s done something to hurt you,” Katherine continued, addressing me directly, “please understand she’s still young and insecure. Be lenient with her.”

My wolf growled internally at how skillfully Katherine avoided acknowledging any wrongdoing while appearing to take responsibility. She was far more dangerous than Victoria – a master manipulator where her daughter was still a novice.

“Katherine doesn’t know about recent events,” Arthur said to me, his tone warning me not to press the issue. “Let’s not blame her for Victoria’s actions.”

“Of course not,” Katherine agreed smoothly. “I’ve been absent when my daughter needed guidance. Whatever she’s done, please don’t judge her too harshly.”

Victoria stepped forward, her timing impeccable. “They’re planning to send me away, Mother,” she said, her voice breaking dramatically. “To the Eastern Badlands.”

Katherine’s expression shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Arthur questioningly.

“Is this true?” she asked softly.