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.

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.

his brow furrowed as he pondered my proposition. “But I’m not your

you don’t have a mate. It’s been five years since you came

age, this would be the sixth year, which would mean you don’t

him.

my

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

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,

home this evening with a spark in

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seen before. “I need to tell you something,” he began, a mix of excitement and guilt in his voice. “I’ve found my

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

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

how I felt. What’s going to happen now? I wondered. What would happen to I and

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