Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 15

Hazel

Ever since our arrival, a gnawing unease has been tormenting me, and my stomach feels like it’s twisted into knots. My grip on my childrens hand is white–knuckled.

I murmur to myself, “Breathe, Hazel,” struggling to stay calm. The vulnerability of being out in the open with my children makes me nervous. All I can think about is reaching the house Noah found for us. My little bundles of joy are excited, but the crowded environment could easily lead to them getting lost.

As we collect our luggage, my heart sinks when I realize two of our bags are missing. With a heavy heart, I instruct my children, leaving them by the bags we’ve managed to locate in a corner of the airport, a waiting area.

“Stay right here. Don’t go anywhere, and look after each other.” I instructed.

Still consumed by unease, I can’t help but glance back repeatedly to where they’re sitting until they vanish from my sight, leaving a pit of dread in my stomach.

What feels like an eternity passes as we finally find the missing bags. Just then, a strange aura envelops the area, and I sense a shift in Liam’s mood a storm is brewing.

The last time this happened, it was when Daisy was badly hurt. Panic consumes me as I think of my children. “My babies!” I rush back to the waiting area, ignoring the airport staff. Hoping and praying they are still there, I frantically scan the area, losing my composure. The seats are empty, only the bags and some scattered sweets remain on the floor, as if they left in haste or were taken forcibly.

“Oh no, God, no,” I think to myself, imploring any higher power for help. I scan the area, my mind and head spinning. This is a nightmare. Liam’s mood deteriorates, and my children are in danger. I shouldn’t have left them for even a moment.

“Help! My kids are missing–twins, a boy and a girl, about this tall, with dark hair,” I desperately explain to a security guard I find.

“Alright, ma’am, we’ll find them. Don’t worry,” he assures me.

I leave the area but continue searching, combing through the floor. My phone rings, interrupting my frantic thoughts. I grab it, hoping someone has found them and called me. I made sure Liam and Daisy memorized my phone number.

“Noah! Noah, I lost them!” I yell into the phone, tears welling up.

“Calm down, Daisy. I’m also at the airport; I came to pick you guys up. Where exactly are you?” Noah asks, his voice steady.

I look around and reply, “Arrivals.”

In a matter of minutes, Noah finds me. “Calm down, we’ll find them. I can’t sense their presence. It’s like there’s some kind of block, or they’ve left the premises,” he says, his concern evident.

I understand what he means; this is why I’ve been so afraid. There’s an aura block, and I can’t sense or scent my kids.

“Let’s split up,” he suggests.

“But what if someone took them? What if I never see my kids again? This place is enormous; someone might have taken them,” I cry out, breaking into sobs. Those kids are

my entire world.

take care of his sister. There are cameras everywhere. We’ll find them. I’ll go talk to the security unit to check the cameras. What were they wearing?” I

he assures me, squeezing my hand lightly before walking off

tall, one in a sundress and the other in a blue sweatshirt?” I ‘inquire of people passing by. Most politely

right? Twins,” a middle–aged woman

them?” I ask

them from the stairs,” she advises before

which offers a better view of the area. My heart is pounding as I scan the place, desperate for

a rush. “I’ve found them; they’re on the

a distance, and a wave of relief washed over me as I frantically waved to them. However, my relief swiftly transformed into dread when I sensed the aura of the man standing before them. They were surrounded by a group of individuals, all dressed in suits, emanating a dangerous and

of me, and I sprinted back in the opposite direction, bounding down the stairs two steps at a time. My mind raced, desperately trying to communicate with Liam, “Liam, get away

to reach them, I froze in my tracks. I recognized that back view, and the scent was all too familiar. Yet,

me, snapping me

couldn’t be! The man turned to face me, and my heart sank. “Hazel?” he called out in

ton of bricks–this was Ethan. My first love, my ex–husband, and the father of my twins! The

Ethan asked once more still rooted to

and a faint scent of blood lingered around him, a stark contrast to the man I once knew. This was Ethan,

know this man?” Liam asked, glaring in his

shifting from Liam to me. Those eyes that I had been once deeply in love with and still harbored a strange

he ordered the group of men who appeared

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alone with the man I never wanted to

urged myself to breathe, attempting to calm the irrational pounding of my heart.

“They’re your

launching himself

he inquired

forming a protective barrier. He looked at them possessively, as

married, right? You found your mate. Is there some unwritten rule that says I couldn’t move on with someone else?” I inquired, my

Ethan demanded, moving closer to get a better look at

I replied,

“How old!” he bellowed.

to you?” I shot back,

had to dispel

you?” I asked with a scoff, challenging his -assumptions. He

test before our rejection and divorce.

I was right. He looked almost disappointed, almost crushed. He remembered, and it was true–I wasn’t

me. “How have you been?” he asked in a hoarse

Hazel!” Noah called, rushing over.

arms. Even Liam, who