Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 160

(Audrey’s POV)

“Florian!” I gasped, taking an instinctive step back from his furious gaze.

His golden eyes locked onto mine, burning with a rage I’d never seen before. The usual lazy playfulness had vanished completely, replaced by something dark and wounded. For a moment, he seemed to struggle with himself, his jaw clenching as he fought to contain his emotions.

“Get out,” he ordered, his voice frighteningly cold.

I stood frozen, watching as he knelt down and began carefully gathering the broken ceramic shards with his bare hands. Some pieces were jagged and sharp, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. His focus was entirely on the scattered remnants of the wolf figurine.

“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, bending down to help. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I told you to leave.” His voice cut through the air like a silver blade. He still wouldn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on the broken pieces and scattered coins. His golden wolf eyes had darkened to an amber hue that seemed to burn from within.

I felt a gentle tug on my arm. Mia had appeared beside me, her expression solemn.

“Come on,” she whispered. “Let’s give him some space.”

She led me out of the study, closing the door softly behind us. Once we were in the hallway, I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding with guilt and confusion.

“What was that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never seen him like that.”

Mia’s usual cheerful demeanor had faded. “That wolf figurine was his most treasured possession.”

My stomach dropped. “It looked handmade. Was it special to him?”

“It was made by Serena Shadowcrest,” Mia explained quietly. “With the help of a pottery artist Elder Shadowcrest had invited for his moon-turning celebration. Serena made it herself.”

“The missing she-wolf?” I asked, remembering how carefully Florian had locked her quarters in the Shadowcrest territory. “Was it recently made before she disappeared?”

Mia shook her head. “No, she made it when they were still young. She said the wolf represented herself, meant to accompany my brother every day until they could form their mate bond.”

My chest tightened with guilt. “I had no idea it was so significant to him.”

“I wasn’t even born when Serena was around,” Mia continued, her voice soft with sympathy. “But from what I’ve heard, everyone in our family adored her. My brother and Serena would have formed their mate bond if she hadn’t disappeared.”

She hesitated, looking around as if to make sure Florian was still in his study. “Can I tell you something? Something I’ve never told anyone?”

I nodded, curious despite my guilt.

“Once, I caught him with red-rimmed eyes, dropping an old silver coin into the figurine,” she confessed. “He didn’t see me watching. I think… I think he adds a coin whenever he particularly misses her.”

The revelation hit me like a physical blow. The thought of Florian-carefree, sarcastic Florian-secretly mourning for years, dropping coins into a ceramic wolf as a memorial to his lost mate, was almost unbearable.

“How has he endured all these years?” I whispered, more to myself than to Mia.

“Do you have a photo of it?” I asked suddenly. “I want to see what it looked like before I… before I broke it.”

Mia thought for a moment. “I don’t, but he posted it on his pack forum account once. You could check there.”

The door to the study opened, and Florian emerged. His face was composed again, but something vital seemed to have dimmed in his golden eyes. They no longer held their usual mischievous spark.

“I’m truly sorry,” I said again, meeting his gaze directly. “I shouldn’t have touched your things without permission.”

His lips curved into a familiar smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You actually know how to apologize to me?” His tone attempted his usual sarcasm, but I could hear the effort it cost him.

“I was wrong,” I admitted. “Can you forgive me?”

He shrugged, his hands sliding into his pockets. I noticed tiny cuts on his fingers from the ceramic shards. “Depends on my mood,” he replied, walking past me toward the kitchen.

“I should go,” I said, gathering my coat. “Thank you for dinner.”

He made no move to stop me as I headed for the door.

Stepping into the hallway, I was startled to find Nathan Snowfang standing at my door, his hand raised as if about to knock.

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