Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 26

(Audrey’s POV)

Arthur stood at the door of my new home, his broad frame blocking the faint morning light that streamed through the entryway. His presence was as heavy as ever, his piercing gaze demanding answers I wasn’t prepared to give.

“I’m not leaving until we figure this out,” he declared, his voice carrying that commanding edge I had grown so familiar with. Overbearing. Unrelenting.

I pressed my fingers to my temples, a headache forming within seconds of his arrival. Grace stirred uneasily, her frustration mirroring my own. “Arthur, we’ve talked enough. There’s nothing more to figure out.”

He crossed the threshold as if my words carried no weight. My space-my sanctuary-was invaded effortlessly.

“You’re eager,” he stated coolly, his eyes narrowing. His wolf peered through, assessing me sharply, almost accusingly. “Eager to sever everything between us.”

I reached for the stack of paper sitting on my desk and shoved it into his chest. It was all there-the mate bond severance agreement, the formal documents spelling out the end of us.

“Yes, I am,” I replied firmly, my voice cracking but holding steady. “Because I refuse to continue being a placeholder in my own relationship.”

Arthur didn’t even glance at the papers now crumpled in his grasp. He tilted his head, his expression unreadable, but his eyes held a chill I hadn’t felt before. “You don’t get it, do you?”

I tensed, bracing myself for whatever cruel words he would hurl next.

Then his jaw clenched, the muscle there ticking ominously. “Do you even know what you’re throwing away?”

“A mate bond that’s been broken for years?” I shot back, my sarcasm biting.

His wolf growled low, its warning resonating faintly in the air between us. “No. A future you don’t seem capable of understanding,” he hissed, his tone drenched in venom. “But that’s fine. Let’s end this, Audrey. By all means, get your freedom.”

He tossed the papers unceremoniously onto the nearest countertop. Then, with one final glare, he added coldly, “You don’t know any better.”

The door slammed behind him, the sound rattling through the space like gunfire. Instantly, the house felt emptier, lonelier than it had ever felt before.

I stood there for a moment, trembling, refusing to let the tears fall.

Grace whimpered, the weight of his words sinking into my bones. But I didn’t let them break me.

Not again.

—

The following morning, Sarah’s voice broke through the suffocating heaviness that still hung around me. Her usual energy was laced with concern, each syllable tugging at my unraveling strength.

“Audrey, how’s the ankle? You doing okay?” she asked over the phone.

“It’s fine,” I replied, trying to sound convincing. “It’s healing.”

“Good,” she said, her voice brightening slightly. “Because I’m taking you to breakfast. No arguments.”

I almost refused, my exhaustion pulling me toward solitude, but Sarah wouldn’t have it. She arrived promptly, sweeping into the house like a force of nature.

Her sharp eyes scanned me the moment I opened the door. “You look like you haven’t slept,” she said bluntly, but her tone carried warmth beneath the comment.

“No thanks to Arthur,” I muttered, brushing past her to grab my coat.

Her brows shot up. “What did that overgrown pup want now?”

“To remind me I’m making a mistake,” I answered flatly, my voice devoid of emotion.

Sarah scoffed, pulling me outside toward her car. “Oh please. The only mistake was wasting three years with him in the first place.”

Her words stung, not because she was wrong, but because the truth had always been hard to admit.

—

On the drive to breakfast, Sarah’s usual chatter filled the silence between us. But this time, her words carried a weight I wasn’t used to.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” she said, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

I shook my head, already bracing myself. “What?”

“What if you had chosen differently? What if you’d…” She trailed off, her voice deliberately light. “What if it had been Nathan Snowfang instead of Arthur?”

Grace perked up briefly at the name, her curiosity matching mine.

But I shook my head. “It’s pointless to speculate. What’s done is done.”

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