Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 1

“Hazel, I’ve found my mate,” Ethan declared, his solemn voice echoed through our large and dimly lit

bedroom, the weight of his words hanging heavily between us.

My heart sank as I gazed at his devastatingly handsome face, his features etched with determination.

Each beat felt like a sharp stab, tearing my emotions to shreds.

“You found your mate?” I stammered, my voice barely rising above a whisper, hoping against hope that

he would say otherwise.

Ethan’s grey eyes, once filled with warmth for me, now seemed cold and dis“tant as they locked onto

mine. He had been absent for days, leaving me to worry about his sudden change in demeanor.

Then earlier that evening, he returned home with an aura of seriousness and sternness. “We need to

talk,” he announced, his voice tinged with seriousness.

Our relationship was anything but a typical family; our union had been forced after a one–night stand.

Yet, deep down, I had always loved Ethan, not merely because he was the Alpha’s son and the future

Alpha himself, but because he had a special place in my heart. I had prayed to the moon goddess

countless times to grant me the honor of being his mate, but unfortunately, I wasn’t.

The Mooncrest pack, a concealed world within what appeared to be an ordinary estate to outsiders,

thrived in secrecy. We coexisted harmoniously with humans, our true identities hidden from the

oblivious world.

On the night of my coming of age,I had gotten drunk and ranted to Ethan how frustrated I was that I

couldn’t feel the mate bond between us. He was also intoxicated, and we found ourselves entangled in

a passionate embrace, this happened only months after he had taken on the role of Alpha. The

morning after, I felt the weight of my heart’s desire and impulsively proposed to him, urging him to take

responsibility for our actions and marry me. Despite not being fated mates, I believed love could

transcend the boundaries of destiny.

Ethan looked conflicted, his brow furrowed as he pondered my proposition. “But I’m not your mate,” he

stated calmly.

“It doesn’t matter, you don’t have a mate. It’s been five years since you came of

you came of age, this would be the sixth year, which would mean you don’t have a fated mate,” I tried

convincing

him.

my

Throughout the wedding preparations, Ethan displayed cooperation but remained emotionally distant. I

clung to the hope that he would eventually love me, just like parents, who weren’t fated mates, my

mom and dad weren’t fated mates but had grown to love each other, after my dad died, heartbroken

mom followed. She was completely heartbroken and couldn’t do without him. Being fated mates wasn’t

necessary, Ethan would grow to love me.

I was sure, so very sure. We had only been married for six months now. Ethan fulfilled his roles as a

husband almost robotically. I was respected as Luna and as his wife, I wanted more, to be close to him

as a real loving couple but he was always so distant. But I settled for what he could give, a functional

relationship not a loving one believing with time, I could win his heart.

Then, everything changed abruptly. Ethan returned home this evening with a spark in his

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eyes, unlike any I had seen before. “I need to tell you something,” he began, a mix of excitement and

guilt in his voice. “I’ve found my mate.”

My heart shattered anew as he described her, a radiant smile on his features as he described her, he

never smiled at me that way, that had never been meant for me. I couldn’t help but wonder where I fit in

his life now.

Ethan explained that his newfound mate had been badly injured when they found her and was currently

at the hospital, prompting him to leave. With a heavy heart, I watched him walk away, the realization

sinking in ‘I won’t be coming home anytime soon!‘ that was what he came to tell me.

The next morning was gloomy and dark, just like how I felt. What’s going to happen now? I wondered.

What would happen to I and Ethan.

I lay in bed lacking the motivation to leave my room. The sheets smelt of him, I cuddled it unwilling to

leave this room dominated by his scent. I remained in bed the whole day feeling sick, drowsy and dizzy.

I had my meals there jn my bedroom lacking motivation to move about.

On the third day, I lay there wrapped in the sheets that clung Ethan’s musk and ice scent, my mind

filled with uncertainty about the future for Ethan and me.

Lying in bed, I clung to the sheets, which still carried his scent. It was an unwillingness to leave this

room that seemed dominated by his presence. However, the sound of three raspy knocks interrupted

my thoughts.

“Good morning, Luna. The chores have all been completed. We got a call from the Alpha’s office. He

forgot some documents, the deeds of a land? It’s in a blue file, and he has sent Adam to have it

delivered,” my house servant, Martha informed me.

“I’ll go myself. Tell Adam to wait; he’ll drive me to the office,” I instructed, mustering the strength to get

up and face the day.

A part of me yearned to see Ethan, to understand his thoughts and the implications of his newfound

mate. I clutched the documents in my hands, feeling the weight of my responsibilities as Luna pressing

down on me.

Once dressed, I rushed downstairs, acknowledging the greetings of the servants as I passed by them.

“Where to, Luna?” the driver, Adam, asked as I gracefully got into the car. “The company,” I replied, my

heart pounding heavily in my chest. I needed to see Ethan. The drive to the company was short, but it

felt like an eternity with the weight of uncertainty on my shoulders. As we arrived, I walked into the

magnificent building that housed Ethan’s company. It stood tall and imposing, a reflection of the man

who owned it.