Alpha's Regret: My Ex Luna Has A Son

"Luna Seraphina, congratulations! Our pack finally has Alpha's Promise. The test results show you're eight weeks pregnant, but your body is still too weak, which could lead to a miscarriage. Please be extra cautious with your diet and exercise."

My best friend, Dr. Vivienne Pack, handed me some medication to help strengthen my body and reminded me gently.

"Thank you, Vivienne. I'll be careful," I said, smiling as I took the medicine and the report, slowly standing up to leave.

It had been three years since I became Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood's mate. No one was more eager than I was for this child to arrive. I would protect this Little Howler with everything I had. I couldn't wait to share this amazing news with him.

I could hardly believe it-I was pregnant. I drifted back to the car, lost in my thoughts.

Driver Rowan started the car and glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Luna, Alpha Nathaniel's flight arrives at 3 PM. We have about twenty minutes. Should we go pick him up?"

"Yes, let's go."

Just the thought of seeing him in twenty minutes made me smile sweetly. I was already eager to tell him.

In a world where werewolves and humans coexisted, we were careful to hide our true nature. My husband Nathaniel Blackwood was a strong, handsome Alpha, often busy with the pack and his business empire. He had been away for almost a month this time, and I missed him terribly.

On the way, I couldn't help but pull out the pregnancy report from my bag and look at it again. I gently placed my hand on my belly. After three years of trying, I had finally... finally become pregnant. There, inside me, was our Little Howler. In eight months, he would be born. When Nathaniel and the pack heard the news, they would be overjoyed.

At the airport, Rowan parked the car in a prominent spot. "Luna, do you want to call Alpha?"

I glanced at my watch, estimating Nathaniel's arrival time. I dialed his number, but the call didn't go through.

"He might be on the plane. Let's wait a bit," I told Rowan.

More time passed, but still no sign of Nathaniel.

I tried again, but the line was still unavailable.

"We'll wait a little longer," I said. Delays were common-sometimes a flight could be delayed by an hour or more.

Two hours later.

I dialed Nathaniel's number again. This time, it didn't just ring-it was picked up quickly. A woman's voice answered instead.

"Sorry, Nathaniel is in the bathroom. He'll call you back later."

Before I could say anything, I heard the line disconnect. I stared at my phone screen, stunned for a moment.

I remembered that Nathaniel hadn't brought a female assistant on this trip. But the voice... something about it seemed familiar.

I stared at the dark screen, waiting for Nathaniel to call back.

Ten minutes passed, but still nothing.

Another five minutes, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I dialed Nathaniel's number once more.

I waited for a long time, and just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, it was picked up. Nathaniel's deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver.

"Seraphina?"

"Nathaniel, where are you? Rowan and I are in the parking lot at Terminal A. You can come straight here."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Sorry, Seraphina. After the flight arrived, I forgot to turn on my phone. I've already left the airport."

"Then... I'll wait for you at the PackHouse?" I bit my lip. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Alright. I need to talk to you too."

"For dinner, I'll have Aria prepare your favorite steak and..."

"You eat without me. I have some work to handle. I'll be home later."

I felt a pang of disappointment but responded calmly, "Alright, I'll wait for you."

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard the same woman's voice from earlier.

"Sorry, Nathaniel. I forgot to relay Seraphina's call to you."

My smile froze instantly, and an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. Furrowing my brows, I was about to ask Nathaniel who the woman was, but the call ended abruptly.

I stared at my phone screen, lost in thought.

"Take me back to the PackHouse," I told Rowan after a few minutes of silence.

Rowan must have guessed something from the conversation. He quickly drove away from the airport.

At dinner, I had little appetite, but I forced myself to eat a little for the sake of the Little Howler inside me.

Sitting on the couch with a pillow in my arms, I watched TV but kept glancing at my watch. I couldn't focus on what was on the screen.

It was already 10 PM.

I yawned and drifted off to sleep.

In the half-dream, half-wake state, I suddenly felt as if someone had picked me up. I smelled a familiar mate scent and faint traces of alcohol.

"Nathaniel?"

"It's me."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, just a little with some friends." He laid me gently on the bed, and the sound of the shower soon filled the room. I furrowed my brow and turned over, struggling to fall asleep.

The blanket was tugged from one side, and a large hand settled on my waist, trailing down my curves. His touch sent a tingling sensation all over me, a wave of intensity that left me breathless.

"Mmm... not tonight..." I murmured, my eyes closed, hesitating as I gently stopped his movement. I subconsciously feared that such intimacy might hurt the Little Howler growing inside me.

The hand stilled, then rested softly on my back. "Sleep, Seraphina. Goodnight."

I was exhausted, and soon, I drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already morning. The warmth beside me had vanished, and only the slightly rumpled sheets remained as proof that Nathaniel had returned the night before.

I felt a pang of regret. How had I fallen asleep so quickly?

No matter. It could wait until today.

After washing up, I walked to the wardrobe, my thoughts swirling. We'd been married for three years, and now, we were finally expecting our Little Howler. I was sure Nathaniel would be overjoyed. I picked out a gray suit for him, paired it with a red striped tie, and laid them out at the foot of the bed.

Nathaniel had placed some toast and milk on the table. He looked up as I descended the stairs, setting down the file in his hand. "Let's eat first."

After breakfast, I took a deep breath, a soft smile of anticipation on my face. "Nathaniel, there's something I need to tell you."

How thrilled would he be to know I was carrying his Little Howler?

"I have something to say as well." Nathaniel's tone was calm.

"You go first." I smiled sweetly, my expression tinged with both shyness and hope.

"Seraphina..." Nathaniel stood, taking the file from the sofa and handing it to me. "Let's get a divorce."

My heart stopped. I stared at him in shock, my mind blank for a long moment, unsure if I had heard him correctly.

After what felt like an eternity, I found my voice again, staring at the document in my hands, repeating numbly, "Divorce?"

He wanted to end our mate bond?

Why? Why all of a sudden? It made no sense, and I was completely unprepared for this.

"We were both manipulated that night," Nathaniel said, his voice almost detached, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "We became mates out of necessity. Since that's the case, why not end it now?"

My face turned pale, a chill creeping over me. It felt as though a giant hand had seized my chest, squeezing the breath out of me.

No, no, this isn't right. I've loved him for ten years. I came to Silvermoon Crest Pack when I was fifteen, and now, at twenty-five, ten years of my life had passed with him at the center.

From the first stirrings of love to our three years of marriage, these ten years were my youth.

I didn't feel forced. I was willing. I felt lucky, blessed by the Lunar Goddess to have become mates with the one I loved.

But to him, it was all out of necessity?

I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and fixed my gaze on him, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Haven't we gotten along well these three years? We're mates, destined by fate. Are you really sure you want to... divorce me?"

The word "divorce" tore through me like a knife, and I could feel the pain of my wolf consuming me.

"I'm sure. But I don't want to be bound by the Lunar Goddess's plan."

"But Grandpa...?"

"I'll explain everything to the Old Alpha."

"If I..."

Before I could reveal that I was two months pregnant, Nathaniel interrupted me, his voice tinged with impatience. "Don't say it. Isolde is back."

I froze. His words hit me like a dagger to the heart, blood spilling out with each beat.

I numbly took the divorce papers from him, hearing my voice say mechanically, "Fine, I'll take a look."

The manipulation, the necessity of becoming mates-none of that mattered now.

The only thing that mattered was this last sentence.

Isolde Thornfield was back. His first love had returned.