Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 228

(Audrey’s POV)

The luxury territory vehicle glided through Central Territory’s busy streets. The Beta driver navigated the full-moon traffic with practiced ease, taking smooth turns that barely disturbed the silence between Arthur and me in the backseat.

I kept my gaze fixed on the passing territory buildings, deliberately avoiding Arthur’s occasional glances. The quiet between us felt heavy yet oddly comfortable, a stark contrast to our past interactions filled with arguments and unspoken grievances.

I could feel Arthur’s eyes on me every few minutes, studying my profile in the dim light. Still, neither of us seemed eager to break the fragile peace. For once, I welcomed the silence – it gave me time to prepare for the gathering ahead without the exhaustion that always followed our conversations.

The streetlights cast rhythmic patterns across our laps as we drove deeper into the heart of Central Territory. Pack members hurried along the sidewalks, many dressed in formal attire for the full moon celebrations happening throughout the city tonight.

As we approached the Silver Moon Territory Hotel, the gleaming structure illuminated against the darkening sky, Arthur finally broke the silence.

“The little pup who called you ‘Luna Aunt’,” he said, his deep voice carefully measured, “is he Florian Stormhowl’s nephew?” I turned slightly to face him. “He’s Cassandra Stormhowl’s son. Florian’s cousin’s child.”

Arthur’s jaw tightened visibly. His hand moved reflexively toward his inner pocket, where he typically kept his wolfsbane cigars. Then, seeming to remember my presence, he stopped himself and withdrew his empty hand.

His fingers drummed against his knee instead, betraying his agitation despite his controlled expression. The mention of any connection to Florian still affected him deeply, I noted.

His dark eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that once would have made me flinch. Now, I met his gaze steadily.

“Are you and Florian Stormhowl…” he hesitated, a slight tremor in his voice betraying his composure, “forming a mate bond?

Two years ago, such a question would have sent me into a spiral of guilt and fear. Now, I felt strangely detached, unburdened by the weight of our complicated past. Two years changed everything—my perspective, my strength, my ability to speak my truth without shame.

“Not yet,” I answered simply, with a calm smile.

Arthur’s body went rigid, his fingers curling into a tight fist on his knee. “Not… yet?” Each word seemed dragged from his throat.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “We have some unresolved misunderstandings.”

“And after the misunderstandings are resolved?” he pressed, raw emotion bleeding into his words.

I considered his question honestly. “We should be together then.”

A beat passed as the weight of my words settled between us. The vehicle seemed to shrink around us, making Arthur’s presence feel suddenly overwhelming.

“I think we’ll form a mate bond,” I continued softly. “Maybe have pups someday. Nothing is certain, of course, but that’s my intention right now.”

The air in the luxury vehicle seemed to solidify, thick with unspoken emotions. Arthur sat frozen, his dark eyes wide with something akin to shock. For a moment, he looked genuinely paralyzed, as if my words had delivered a physical blow.

He drew a long, uneven breath, struggling to regain his composure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could smell the sharp note of distress in his scent.

When he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper. “What about me?” The question emerged raw, vulnerable. ” Audrey, you’ve moved so far ahead, but I feel like I’m still standing in the same place.”

“Arthur, be fair,” I replied gently but firmly.

His eyes widened slightly at my words, surprise flickering across his features.

“It’s been two years,” I continued. “You can’t expect me to remain in the same place, hurting and alone.”

I turned more fully toward him, my voice gaining strength. “When we were mated, how many times did you truly see me? How many times did you put me first? You were too busy with Victoria, with pack politics, with everything except me.”

Arthur flinched slightly at the mention of Victoria, guilt flashing across his face.

“Florian has been there for me since we were pups,” I said. “He never abandoned me, even when I pushed him away. If you were me, who would you choose?”

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