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.

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

as he pondered my proposition. “But I’m not your mate,” he

have a mate. It’s been five

be the sixth year, which would mean you don’t have a fated mate,”

him.

my

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

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

everything changed abruptly. Ethan returned home this evening

12:38

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

anew as he described her, a radiant smile on his features as he described her, he never smiled at me that way, that

With a heavy heart, I watched him

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

it unwilling to leave this room dominated by his