Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna Left novel Chapter 84

(Audrey’s POV)

My whole body trembled with rage and grief. I could still feel the texture of Victoria’s skin beneath my fingers, still smell the metallic scent of her blood. Arthur held me firmly but gently, his presence somehow both comforting and infuriating.

“Daniel!” Arthur suddenly barked, his voice cutting through the tense silence. “What the hell are you doing just standing there? Are you stupid?”

I glanced over to see Arthur’s personal Beta hovering awkwardly by the door, his expression uncertain as he watched the scene unfold.

Daniel immediately sprang into action, moving toward Victoria who was still slumped dramatically against the wall, the silver letter opener protruding from her abdomen.

“Yes, Alpha. Right away,” he said, carefully helping Victoria to her feet.

“Get her to the Alpha Council Medical Center,” Arthur commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And try not to let her blood drip on Audrey’s floor.”

Victoria winced as Daniel supported her weight, shooting me a venomous glare even through her pain. As Daniel guided her toward the door, I noticed him awkwardly positioning himself to catch any blood droplets before they could hit my hardwood floors.

The door closed behind them, leaving Arthur and me alone in a room that suddenly felt too small, too intimate.

“Let me see your hands,” Arthur said softly, his tone completely different from the commanding Alpha voice he’d used with Daniel just moments ago.

I looked down at my trembling hands. My knuckles were bruised from striking Victoria, and there were tiny cuts where my own claws had dug into my palms.

“It’s nothing,” I mumbled, trying to pull away.

But Arthur was persistent, gently taking my hands in his and leading me to the kitchen sink. With surprising tenderness, he turned on the water, testing the temperature before guiding my hands beneath the stream.

“Your wolf got the better of you,” he observed, his voice free of judgment as he carefully washed away the traces of Victoria’s blood from my skin.

I winced slightly as the water hit my raw knuckles.

“You should know,” I replied bitterly. “Your wolf has been getting the better of you for years.”

I expected anger, defensiveness, or at least irritation. Instead, Arthur merely nodded, his expression solemn as he continued to gently clean my wounds.

“Hold still,” he murmured, reaching for a clean dish towel to pat my hands dry.

His gentleness was disarming. This was the Arthur I had glimpsed in our early days together-considerate, attentive, putting my needs before his own. It had been so long since I’d seen this side of him that it felt almost like encountering a stranger.

He frowned suddenly, his eyes focused on my face.

“You’re bleeding,” he said, reaching up to touch my lower lip.

I hadn’t even noticed, but now that he mentioned it, I could taste the coppery tang of blood. In my fury, I must have bitten down hard enough to break skin.

Arthur dampened a corner of the towel and gently dabbed at my split lip. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his breath, warm against my skin.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

“Everything hurts,” I replied honestly.

Something flickered in his eyes-guilt, perhaps, or remorse. He continued to clean the small wound with such care that I felt a traitorous warmth spreading through my chest.

How pathetic, I thought bitterly. After all this time, after everything he’d done, a few gentle gestures were enough to make my heart flutter? I was still that same naive girl, so easily soothed by rare moments of affection.

I stepped back abruptly, putting distance between us.

“What are you going to do about Victoria?” I asked, my voice stronger now, more steady.

Arthur’s expression shifted, the gentleness receding behind his usual mask of Alpha authority.

“What do you want me to do?” he countered, watching me carefully.

“Charge her with the United Council of Wolves,” I said immediately. “For intentionally causing the death of my-our-unborn pups.”

Arthur sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “It would be difficult to prove,” he said slowly. “She also lost her pups in the incident.”

“Because she deliberately caused it!” I exclaimed, feeling my anger rising again. “She admitted it to me, Arthur. She planned it!”

“It would be her word against yours,” he replied. “And without concrete evidence…”

“So we do nothing?” I challenged, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “She gets away with killing our children?”

Arthur’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t say that.”

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