Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 65

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(Audrey’s POV)

Arthur’s glare was like an ice-cold dagger, sharp and unrelenting. His Alpha presence was suffocating, and tension crackled in the air. My resolve didn’t falter. I straightened my back, meeting his gaze with unwavering defiance.

“Either Elder William’s words meant something to you, or they didn’t,” I said steadily, my voice low but cutting. “Do you think he’d approve of Victoria taking priority over someone in critical condition? Or do you plan to replace every bit of his legacy with your own version of disaster?”

His jaw clenched, a faint flicker of guilt in his eyes. I had struck the right nerve, and we both knew it.

“You don’t know a damn thing about what Elder William wanted,” he countered, his voice a quiet growl. His fists curled at his sides as though he was physically holding back his temper.

“Oh, I know,” I replied, bitterness seeping into my tone. “He wanted dignity. Respect. Balance within the pack. Not… this circus of personal drama.”

“Careful, Audrey,” Arthur warned, his anger bubbling closer to the surface now. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

“If you won’t honor his memory,” I continued coldly, “then maybe the Pack Council will have something to say about it. After all, they valued his judgment, and his disapproval of Victoria was no secret.”

He froze. The faintest flicker of hesitation flashed across his face, and I pressed on.

“I could walk into that council office the moment we sever our bond,” I added, my voice razor-sharp. “I could tell them everything about the favoritism, the dynamics, and her insinuations-every single thing you’ve overlooked. Would Victoria survive that kind of scrutiny? Would you?”

For a few moments, the world felt like it had stopped spinning. Arthur’s breathing was heavier now, his shoulders tense as though bracing against an invisible weight.

Then, finally, the crack in his exterior showed. He exhaled sharply and turned his head slightly, avoiding my piercing gaze.

“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “Daniel will handle it.”

Daniel Hayes, standing a few feet away, recoiled like he had been burned. “Alpha?” he asked cautiously, clearly caught off guard by his unexpected task.

“You heard me,” Arthur bit out without looking at him. “Arrange the transfer and make it quick. I don’t want to hear about this again.”

The order was absolute, his tone making it clear there would be no further discussion.

“Thank you,” I said curtly, though my gratitude lacked any warmth. “I’ll notify my family of the arrangements myself.” Without waiting for a reply, I turned to leave.

Nathan, who had been silent throughout the exchange, mirrored my steps as we moved toward the elevator.

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Downstairs, I found Howard waiting in the lobby, the stench of his cheap wolf wine hitting me before I’d even reached him. His greasy hair clung to his face, and the glint in his eyes told me he thought my meeting with Arthur had gone exactly as expected.

“So, the great Luna pulls through again,” he declared loudly, not caring how many pack members overheard. “I knew you’d get it done.”

I felt my stomach churn, but I didn’t let my distaste show.

“The transfer is approved,” I informed him flatly. “Juliette will be moved shortly.”

A cloud of smoke escaped his nostrils as he lit a cigarette, the smell thick and acrid. He looked completely unfazed by my obvious irritation.

“Good, good,” he said, exhaling another puff. “Of course, you’ve proven yourself more useful than I thought. Might as well leverage this status while you still have it, hmm?”

“Leverage this status?” I echoed, my voice bitter as acid.

“Yes.” He gestured widely like the suggestion was obvious. “Now that Arthur’s finally giving you something to work with, why not set up Timothy with a position at that fancy healing center of yours? You’ve got pull there, don’t you?”

I stared at him, stunned by the sheer audacity of the man.

“I… don’t work there anymore,” I said, my voice tight.

“That didn’t stop you from getting your way,” Howard replied smoothly, flashing a knowing grin.

Timothy, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke up. “Audrey, come on. You’ve been there for years. You could at least recommend me. I chose healing because I saw what you accomplished.”