Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 206

(Audrey’s POV)

Central Territory is so vast. When I decided to return, I was prepared to encounter him again. Yet standing face to face with Arthur Moonstone so soon caught me off guard.

I pulled my hand back from his grasp, feeling the familiar tingle where his skin had touched mine. Two years should have been long enough to erase that sensation, but my body remembered what my mind wished to forget.

Luna Riverwind’s eyes widened in surprise. “Luna Moonstone?” she questioned, looking between Arthur and me.

“Former Luna,” we corrected in unison, our voices creating an awkward harmony.

I forced my lips into a polite smile, directing my attention to Luna Riverwind. “Alpha Luna, you’re busy with your dinner. We’ll be going.”

“Yes, we should leave you to your meeting,” Sarah added smoothly, always reliable in tense situations.

Luna Riverwind nodded, though curiosity burned in her eyes. As we walked away, I caught her whispered comment to Arthur: “She certainly doesn’t seem fond of you anymore, does she?”

I quickened my pace toward the exit, not wanting to hear his response. The grand lobby of the hotel suddenly felt suffocating. Just as we were about to push through the revolving doors, a sleek black territory vehicle caught my eye as it emerged from the underground parking area. The license plate was unmistakable—the same one I’d seen at the Wolf Medical Center.

“Florian,” I gasped, my feet already moving before my mind could catch up.

I sprinted across the hotel entrance, heedless of the curious stares from other wolves. The vehicle had already turned onto the main road, disappearing into the busy Central Territory traffic before I could reach it.

“Audrey!” Sarah caught up to me at the curb, slightly winded. “What was that about? You just took off!”

“That car-I think Florian’s here in Central Territory,” I explained, my eyes still scanning the road as if the vehicle might reappear. “It was the same one from the medical center.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow. “You memorized his license plate?”

“I notice details,” I replied defensively. “Especially when they matter.”

A wild impulse seized me. “I’m going to his old territory den.”

“The one he bought for you?” Sarah asked incredulously. “Audrey, he’s been supposedly dead for two years. Do you really think-“

“I have to try,” I insisted, already pulling out my phone to call for a transport.

Sarah studied my face for a moment, then sighed in resignation. “Want me to come with you?”

“No, I-” I paused, reconsidering. “Actually, can you drive? I’m too distracted.”

I handed her my car key, which she took with a supportive smile. “I’ll wait in the car,” she promised as we walked to the parking area. “You should go up alone.”

Her understanding meant more than I could express. “Thank you.”

“Just go see,” she encouraged me with a gentle nudge. “I’ll be a phone call away if you need anything.”

The drive to Florian’s old territory den passed in tense silence. As we pulled up outside the familiar building, memories flooded back-his clumsy attempt at cooking venison strips, our conversations by the window, the wolf figurines that lined the shelves.

In the elevator, I pressed the floor number with trembling fingers. What would I say if I saw him? What could possibly bridge the chasm of two years, his supposed death, and his current refusal to acknowledge me?

I remembered our last encounter before I left with Arthur-how I’d coldly abandoned Florian to protect him from Alpha Stormhowl’s threats. The memory burned with renewed shame. I’d chosen what I thought was best for him, never giving him the chance to decide for himself.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the familiar corridor. My heart pounded against my ribs as I approached his door, each step heavier than the last. Standing before it, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell, half-expecting no answer at all.

To my surprise, the door swung open almost immediately. Instead of Florian’s tall frame and golden eyes, I found myself face to face with a stylish she-wolf with wavy dark hair and sophisticated makeup. Her elegance was calculated rather than effortless, her eyes sharp with intelligence.

“Yes?” she inquired, her tone curious but not unwelcoming.

I stood frozen, words catching in my throat. This wasn’t what I’d expected at all.

“I—I’m sorry,” I finally stammered. “I might have the wrong territory den number.”

“Are you looking for Alpha Stormhowl?” she asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

I nodded mutely, unable to formulate a proper response.

“No worries,” she replied with an understanding smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “These territory dens all look the same.”

“Right. Thanks,” I managed, already backing toward the elevator. “Sorry to bother you.”

The she-wolf watched me for a moment longer, then nodded and closed the door. As the elevator doors closed, I leaned against the wall, a strange emptiness hollowing out my chest.

(Florian’s POV)

I was scrolling through my pack tablet when I sensed Cassandra’s gaze boring into me. She’d been standing by the door for too long, perfectly still in that predatory way of hers.

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