Alpha’s Regret: My Rejected Mate Is A Healer novel Chapter 67

The soft hum of the manor was punctuated by the occasional chatter of pack members passing through the halls. Derek stood near the window of his office, sipping a cup of strong coffee as his eyes lingered on the pack grounds below. His mind was restless, caught between the looming rogue threat and Kael’s unsettling presence.

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“It’s open,” he called out, setting the cup down.

The door creaked as Alpha Moore stepped inside. Dressed in casual clothes, his posture was relaxed, but his sharp eyes betrayed a deeper intent.

“Finally found you,” Moore said, leaning against the doorframe.

Derek smirked faintly. “Hiding wasn’t my intention, but I can see how it might look that way.’

“

Moore closed the door behind him, stepping further inside. “You’ve been scarce, Derek. Not just from me but from everyone. What’s going on?”

Derek sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Kael’s presence isn’t exactly a small matter, and with sightings of rogues near the borders, I’ve had my hands full.”

Moore crossed his arms, studying Derek. “Fair enough. But you know you don’t have to handle everything alone, right?” Derek shrugged, his tone light. “You offering to take Kael off my hands? Because I’d gladly let you babysit him for a day.” Moore chuckled softly, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nice try. How are you holding up, though? Really.” Derek’s expression softened. “I’ll manage. What about you? How’s the recovery?”

“Better,” Moore replied. “Still not at full strength, but I’m getting there. The healers have been doing their best to keep me in one piece.”

“Good to hear,” Derek said sincerely. “You need to focus on that. Let me deal with the chaos for now.”

Moore raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t sound like a small problem. You sure you don’t need an extra hand?”

Derek shook his head. “Not yet. I’ll let you know if that changes, but for now, focus on getting better. You’ll be more useful to me at full strength.”

Tension Beneath the Surface

The conversation hit a lull, the silence between them stretching. Moore shifted slightly, his fingers tapping against his thigh as if debating his next words.

“You’re hesitating,” Derek observed, breaking the silence. “What is it?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve got something that needs your attention.”

Derek turned back to Moore. “We’re not done here,” he said firmly.

Moore raised a hand in mock surrender. “Sure. I’ll be here.”

As Derek followed Alex out of the office, Moore remained seated, his gaze fixed on the empty doorway. His earlier confidence was replaced by an internal struggle, his thoughts circling back to Clara.

“She’s still his Luna,” Moore muttered under his breath, his tone tinged with something unspoken.

The tension between them wasn’t just about Kael or the rogues-it was about the bond Derek shared with Clara, a bond that complicated everything.

Moore leaned back in his seat, staring at the ceiling. Whatever he needed to say, it would have to wait for now.