Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 120

(Audrey’s POV)

I sighed deeply, leaning against the kitchen counter of my new territory house as Sarah rummaged through my unpacked boxes. Moving had been exhausting, but there was something liberating about being in a space that wasn’t connected to Arthur.

“Okay, let me see if I’ve got this straight,” Sarah said, pulling out a mug and examining it before placing it on the shelf. “You’ve got quite the soap opera going on here.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her bluntness. That was what I loved about Sarah-she never sugarcoated anything.

“Victoria is sleeping with her stepfather Richard,” she began counting off on her fingers, her wolf eyes gleaming with mischief, “while simultaneously trying to form a mate bond with Arthur, who is still technically your mate, while Emma Shadowcrest is aggressively pursuing Arthur despite knowing he’s marked to you, and Florian Stormhowl is mysteriously interfering with everyone.”

I burst out laughing at her summary. “When you put it that way, it does sound completely absurd.”

“That’s because it is absurd,” Sarah replied, joining in my laughter. “The Moonstone Pack makes those human reality shows look tame by comparison.”

She finished arranging my mugs and turned to face me, her expression growing more serious. “Now, what’s this serious matter you wanted to discuss? You sounded mysterious on the phone.”

I took a deep breath. This was the part I was excited about-a fresh start, something that was mine alone.

“I’m starting my own healing practice,” I announced, unable to keep the excitement from my voice. “Based on my parents’ ‘Winter’s Remedy’ methodology.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s fantastic!”

I nodded, moving to the shelf where I’d carefully placed the journals Nathan had given me. “These contain their original formulations. It’s my heritage, Sarah. Something that belongs to me, not to Arthur or the Moonstone Pack.”

“I love it,” she said, her enthusiasm evident in the brightening of her wolf presence. “So where are you setting up this practice? Here?”

“That’s part of what I wanted to talk to you about,” I replied, turning back to face her. “I was hoping you might want to join me.”

Sarah’s wolf eyes lit up. “Me? As your partner?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “After everything that happened at the Moonstone Therapy Center, I thought you might be looking for a new position. But if you’ve already made other plans-“

“No! I mean, yes! I want to join you,” she interrupted, practically bouncing with excitement. “I was hoping you’d ask, actually. That’s why I pretended to have other options when I told you about my resignation.”

I grinned, relieved. “Really? You didn’t have any other plans?”

“Well, I had a standing offer from the Silver Ridge Pack’s therapy center,” she admitted, “but I was holding out hope you’d make a better one.”

I hugged her impulsively. “This is perfect. Your organizational skills and my healing expertise-we’ll make an incredible team.”

Sarah hugged me back tightly. “So, what’s our first step? Finding office space?”

“I’ll handle the healing herbs inventory and formulations,” I said, already mentally cataloguing what we would need. “Could you look into suitable locations? Preferably in neutral territory, accessible to wolves from different packs.”

“Consider it done,” Sarah replied confidently. “But what about funding? Starting a practice isn’t cheap.”

I nodded, having already considered this. “I’m going to sell my territory house in the Moonstone Pack border. It’s a prime location. We should get enough rare healing herbs contributions to set up a decent practice.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? That’s your safety net.”

“I’m sure,” I said firmly. “It’s time for me to stand on my own.”

Sarah nodded her approval, and we spent the next couple of hours discussing the details of our new venture. It felt good to focus on something positive, something that was entirely mine-or rather, ours-after months of struggle with Arthur and the Moonstone Pack.

Later that evening, after Sarah had left, my phone rang. Arthur’s name flashed on the screen. For a moment, I considered ignoring it, but eventually answered.

“What is it, Arthur?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“I understand you’re planning to sell your territory house,” he said without preamble, his voice carrying that commanding Alpha tone that had once made my wolf instinctively submit.

I frowned, wondering how he’d found out so quickly. “Yes, I am. How did you-“

“That’s pack property,” he growled, cutting me off.

I felt my wolf bristle at his tone. “No, it’s under my name, given as a marking gift. I have every right to sell it.”

“Where are you staying now?” he demanded, ignoring my assertion. “I tracked your scent to the edges of neutral territory, but it disappeared near the Snowfang border.”

The fact that he’d been tracking me sent a wave of irritation through me. “That’s none of your concern, Arthur.”

“It is very much my concern when my marked mate is-” He paused, and I could almost feel his wolf’s agitation through the phone. “You’re staying at Nathan’s territory house, aren’t you?”

I sighed, unsurprised by his deduction. “Yes, I am. It’s a temporary arrangement.”

“I gave you a custom-built den in prime hunting grounds,” he said with barely contained anger, “and now you’re staying in Snowfang’s leftover territory?”

“Stop tracking me,” I said firmly, ignoring his attempts to belittle my current living situation. “The mate bond severance is happening, Arthur. Accept it.”

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