Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 215

(Audrey’s POV)

“You’re not even going to lie?” Arthur asked, his voice tight with disbelief as I gathered my things.

I couldn’t help but laugh. The irony was too perfect.

“What’s the point? I’ve heard too many lies from you before.” I met his gaze directly. “Your half-sister needed you. ‘She ran away from the pack territory, I need to find her.’ ‘She broke her mate bond, I’m worried she might do something rash.’ ‘She was injured by silver, I need to check on her.””

Arthur’s face darkened with each example I listed. His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles turning white.

“Eventually, you stopped bothering with excuses and simply said: ‘I need to see her.'” I continued, my voice eerily calm. “You always claimed you couldn’t ignore your sister. And if I complained even slightly, I was being petty. If I tried to stop you, it would be unforgivable.”

The territory den restaurant suddenly felt too warm, too suffocating. Arthur’s jaw clenched tightly as my words hit their mark. Several diners glanced our way, sensing the tension.

“How ironic,” I said, standing up. “This is what wolves call a ‘boomerang’ – something that comes back to hit you. You never imagined this day would come, did you?”

The silverware clattered against Arthur’s plate as he dropped it, the sound jarring in the quiet atmosphere of the upscale den. His usual composure cracked, revealing something raw underneath. The mighty Alpha Moonstone, thrown off balance by his own tactics used against him.

“Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. His eyes held a plea that once would have weakened my resolve.

I adjusted my travel pack on my shoulder, offering a half-joking smile. “Now you’re being unreasonable. Whenever you needed to leave in the past, I never stopped you.”

His dark eyes flashed with recognition at his own words thrown back at him. A muscle twitched in his cheek.

“Besides,” I added, “I’ve severed our mate bond now.”

Since it was a boomerang effect, I might as well make it a two-for-one deal. Everything he’d ever done to me, coming back to haunt him in one perfect moment. The satisfaction was sweeter than any venison dish left untouched on our table.

I walked out without looking back, not wanting to see his expression. The satisfaction I’d expected didn’t come, replaced instead by a hollow feeling in my chest. Victory tasted more bitter than I’d anticipated.

The night air felt cool against my heated skin as I stepped onto the sidewalk. The streets were crowded with wolves celebrating the Full Moon, couples walking paw in paw, their mate markings displayed proudly for all to see. Their happiness felt like a mockery of my complicated situation.

My territory transport was still parked at the Wolf Medical Center. With the full moon celebration traffic clogging the streets, it would take hours to retrieve it and then drive to Florian’s place. The thought of wasting more time was unbearable.

I decided to go directly to him instead. My wolf was restless, urging me forward.

The pack transport service line stretched around the corner, filled with young werewolves laughing, touching, their affection for each other obvious and uninhibited. A she-wolf nuzzled her mate’s neck, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Another couple shared a quick kiss, their scents mingling in the air.

How wonderful youth is, when love can be so pure and enviable. No complex pack politics, no painful histories, just simple. devotion.

A couple in front of me couldn’t keep their hands off each other, their scents broadcasting their recent mate marking. The young she-wolf giggled as her partner whispered something in her ear, her eyes shining with adoration.

I looked away, suddenly feeling every day of the past two years weighing on me. The silver scar on my wrist seemed to throb with phantom pain.

When my transport finally arrived, I gave the driver Florian’s address. As we wound through the congested territory, I stared out the window, rehearsing what I might say to him. Would he still be cold? Would his golden eyes still look through me as if I were a stranger?

With a jolt of surprise, I recognized the territory building – the same one where Florian had given me a den two years ago. Not just the same territory building, but as we pulled closer, I realized it was the same structure. The unit was directly below the one that had once been mine – just one floor down.

My heart raced. What did this mean? Was it coincidence, or had he deliberately chosen to be close to a place meant for me?

I took out my cell phone and messaged him: “What’s the den number?”

His response came immediately: “Building 6, Unit 1, 5th floor.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I paid the driver and made my way to the entrance. The familiar hallway brought back memories of a simpler time, when things between Florian and me hadn’t been so complicated.

Finding the door, I rang the bell and waited. Minutes passed with no response. Just as I was about to try again, the door swung open.

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