Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 211

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(Audrey’s POV)

Rain tapped against the car window, creating an ever-shifting pattern of droplets that distorted the world beyond. I sat in silence, watching the streetlights blur into golden smears across the glass.

“When will the healing herbs specialist arrive in Central Territory?” I asked, keeping my voice light, casual.

Arthur’s fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “In two days. I’ve arranged for private territory transport to take him directly to the Wolf Medical Center when he arrives.”

I nodded, grateful for his efficiency even as I felt the weight of our shared history pressing down on us. “Thank you. I should get back to my car now.”

“I’ll walk you there,” he said, his tone making it clear this wasn’t a suggestion.

“That’s not necessary,” I protested weakly. “It’s pouring rain.”

Arthur was already reaching into the back seat. “I have a weather cloak.”

Without waiting for my response, he grabbed the cloak from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Some habits died hard with Arthur Moonstone.

The moment I opened my door, he was there, holding the Moonstone-emblazoned cloak over my head. We walked in silence to my car, the rain drumming steadily around us. I noticed he held the cloak entirely over me, leaving his right side completely exposed to the downpour.

His clothes were already soaked through on one side. Rivulets of water ran down his face, dripping from his jawline, yet his expression remained stoic.

“Thank you,” I said simply as I slid into the driver’s seat.

His dark eyes met mine for a brief moment before I closed the door. I didn’t look back as I started the engine and pulled away, but I couldn’t help glancing in the rearview mirror.

Arthur stood motionless in the rain, watching my car depart, his powerful silhouette gradually diminishing in the distance. Water streamed down his face, his formal pack attire completely soaked on one side.

Something twisted in my chest at the sight-not quite regret, not quite sympathy. Just recognition.

Perhaps I was both deeply emotional and ruthlessly detached. When forming a mate bond, I wanted earth-shattering devotion, complete surrender. But when a relationship was over, even a single extra word felt excessive. One extra glance felt like an indulgence I couldn’t afford.

I had loved Arthur Moonstone completely once. Had built my world around him, shaped my future to complement his. When that love died, it left nothing but scorched earth behind-too barren for even pity to grow.

The windshield wipers swept back and forth, back and forth, erasing the rain just as I was erasing the past. With each mile between us, my breathing came easier, the pressure in my chest lightening.

I turned the corner, and Arthur disappeared from view. The rain intensified, hammering against the roof of my car like a thousand tiny fists. It matched the rhythm of my heart-fast, relentless, determined to move forward.

I thought about Florian’s cold eyes at the restaurant, the way he’d looked through me as if I were a stranger. The memory stung worse than Arthur’s lingering gaze.

Two wolves, two chapters of my life closing almost simultaneously. Yet the pain was so different. With Arthur, it was the dull ache of a wound finally healing. With Florian, it was fresh and raw, bleeding anew with every heartbeat.

But I couldn’t afford to dwell on either. I had a healing herbs practice to run, a grandmother to heal, and a life to rebuild. No time for looking back.

I pressed harder on the accelerator, racing the storm home.

(Arthur’s POV)

I stood in the rain, watching her taillights grow smaller until they finally vanished around a corner. The cold water soaked through my clothing, plastering my shirt to my skin, but I barely felt it.

Was this how Audrey had felt each time I walked away from her? This hollow pressure in my chest that made it hard to breathe? This desperate urge to chase after her, to say just one more thing, even as pride kept my feet rooted to the ground? The emptiness was unbearable. Like someone had torn out something vital, leaving only a gaping hole behind.

A passing Beta wolf on a territory transport splashed through a puddle, sending muddy water across my legs and shoes. Brown splatters covered my once-pristine pack attire. I barely noticed, my eyes still fixed on the empty street where her car had been.

The mud mixed with the rain, running in dirty rivulets down my legs. It seemed fitting somehow-my pride, my Alpha status, my perfect image all washed away in an instant, leaving only the truth. I had lost her. Perhaps for good this time.

Only after several minutes did I slowly make my way back to my own vehicle, each step heavier than the last. I slid behind the wheel, not caring that I was soaking the leather seats. Water dripped from my hair onto my collar as I pulled out my phone. “Want to drink?” My voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable to my own ears.