Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 178

(Audrey’s POV)

I stood frozen in place as Serena Shadowcrest flung herself at Florian Stormhowl with surprising force, clinging to him like a drowning wolf. His body tensed visibly at the contact, his golden eyes flickering with something that looked like discomfort.

“But what have I got to feel guilty about?” I thought to myself as I watched them. “From beginning to end, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

My gaze swept over the group, taking in Elder Shadowcrest’s bright expression, Elder Stormhowl’s approving nod, and Mrs. Shadowcrest’s smug smile. Sarah stood beside me, her posture protective despite the elegant setting.

Florian’s fingers closed around Serena’s wrist, gently but firmly creating distance between them. His voice carried its usual calm detachment when he spoke.

“Run slower,” he said mildly, as if chiding a pack pup.

Serena’s pale face looked up at him, her eyes wide and blinking like a timid rabbit’s. There was something almost rehearsed about her vulnerability, though I couldn’t quite place why I felt that way.

“But I missed you so much!” she protested, her voice quavering with emotion. “You left so early yesterday; I haven’t seen you for almost twenty hours.”

Twenty hours. Not “since yesterday” or “since this morning,” but precisely twenty hours. The exactness struck me as oddly calculating for someone supposedly overwhelmed with feeling.

I suppressed my uncharitable thoughts, allowing only a faint curve to lift the corner of my lips. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Florian’s gaze shift toward me. When he saw my composed, emotionless mask, a flash of irritation crossed his features.

Good. Let him be irritated. Better that than pity.

Florian released Serena’s hand with a rakish grin, strolling over to greet the two elderly she-wolves with exaggerated charm. He then settled lazily on the sofa directly opposite me, lounging with the easy confidence of an Alpha in his prime.

“You could at least pretend to be more attentive,” Elder Stormhowl scolded, though her tone held more fondness than rebuke. “You brat, you ought to take better care of Serena-she’s only just returned to the pack…”

Elder Shadowcrest laughed, cutting off her friend’s lecture. “Why fuss so much? Serena’s in her own pack territory. There’s no need for Florian to coddle her.”

Her shrewd eyes darted between Florian and me before she added, “And from now on, Florian only needs to think of her as a pack sister. They’ve been apart so long there’s no real feeling to support a mate bond. Let these young wolves decide their own lives.”

The words dropped like stones into still water, sending ripples of tension through the room. Even Sarah shifted uncomfortably beside me. The notion of dissolving the intended mate arrangement-one that had stood for over five years-floated awkwardly between us all.

“You mean to call off the intended mate arrangement?” Elder Stormhowl balked, her eyes widening in surprise. “Florian has waited for Serena all these years…”

It became clear in that moment that Florian had discussed this plan with his grandmother but hadn’t informed the Shadowcrest pack. The realization made me nervous. Using me as an excuse to break an ancient pack arrangement would only bring me more enemies.

Elder Shadowcrest merely smiled, seemingly unconcerned by the brewing storm. “Why not hear from the young ones themselves? Childhood bonds don’t guarantee lifelong affection. We’re not stuck in old pack customs.”

Serena’s face had gone completely white, her fingers twisting anxiously in the fabric of her ceremonial robe. Before she could speak, the doors swung open dramatically.

Mrs. Shadowcrest swept in like a gust of cold wind, her elegant attire and perfect composure a stark contrast to the emotional tension in the room. She moved immediately to Serena, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s cheek.

“Don’t worry,” she cooed in a voice dripping with false sweetness. “Florian only teases. He’s waited for you so many years-he wouldn’t actually break the mate arrangement.”

Serena’s timid “Mom…” died on her lips, her voice too weak to compete with her mother’s authoritative presence.

Florian seemed completely unbothered by the family drama unfolding before him. He flipped open his cellphone with casual indifference, his thumb moving quickly across the screen.

Moments later, my own phone vibrated in my pocket. Then again. And again.

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