Alpha’s Regret: Luna Won’t Come Back

Chapter 2 - Curiosity Kills the Cat

Melissa’s POV.

As soon as I opened the door after hearing a knock earlier, I was met by the sight of Amber waiting outside. We stared at each other for a moment before I smiled.

“Melissa,” she greeted.

“Amber,” I replied, stepping closer to her.

I didn’t hesitate anymore. I immediately hugged her, as if in that embrace I could hide all the heaviness I had been carrying for so long. She held me back, gently patting my back.

“Come in,” I whispered after we pulled away. She nodded and followed me inside.

We sat in the living room, but she didn’t speak right away. It was as if she was carefully choosing words that wouldn’t hurt. Finally, she broke the silence.

“I heard about you stopping the injections,” she brought up.

I lowered my head and sighed, as if something had pinched my chest at the mention of it. I had spent weeks thinking about and silently carrying that decision, and even though I knew it was right in some ways, I still couldn’t stop myself from feeling regret.

She smiled at me, but it wasn’t a mocking or judging smile. It was a smile full of understanding.

“Melissa, you already tried hard enough. You shouldn’t carry the blame. Everything that’s happening… the final decision lies with the Alpha.”

I bit my lip. “But it still feels like my fault. I feel like there’s still something lacking in me.”

She shook her head. “Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. You’re not lacking.”

My eyes stung, and I blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back. I felt touched hearing her advice. I had heard those words many times before, but coming from Amber, they felt more real.

I managed a smile. “Thank you for your kind words, Amber,” I murmured.

She nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes. “I should see Liam now,” she said. “You should rest, Melissa. Always remember that you are not alone.”

As she went to Liam’s office, I stayed seated there for a few minutes, still holding onto the warmth of her hug.

I owe a lot to Amber. She had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember. In fact, one of my earliest memories was of her.

She had been there when I was just a frightened little girl in the orphanage. She practically raised me, having watched me grow up.

I couldn’t have been more than six years old, sitting alone on the orphanage steps after getting into a fight with one of the older children. My knees were scraped, my cheeks stained with tears, and I stubbornly refused to let anyone comfort me.

Amber had found me there.

Instead of scolding me, she knelt in front of me and handed me a piece of bread she had secretly saved from dinner.

“Life won’t always be kind to you, Melissa,” she had said while gently cleaning my wounds. “But don’t let it turn your heart cold.”

Back then, I hadn’t fully understood what she meant. Now, I did.

Over the years, she had been more than a caretaker. She was the one who taught me how to read when I struggled with the words in my books. When I was sick, she stayed awake to look after me. When I was sad, she listened. She cradled me whenever nightmares woke me in the middle of the night. She celebrated every small achievement as if it were the greatest accomplishment in the world.

In many ways, Amber had been the closest thing I had ever known to a mother. The woman I had become today was shaped by her guidance.

I would always be grateful for her. Because if it weren’t for her, I wasn’t sure I would have survived those lonely years at all.

Soon after, I headed back to my room to rest. Upon entering, my body suddenly felt heavy, as if all my strength had been drained at once.

I lay down even though I wasn’t completely exhausted yet. I closed my eyes, hoping to escape the pain of reality, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest. Instead, memories of my miscarriage gradually came flashing back.

I was barely conscious when I woke up to a sterile white ceiling and the smell of antiseptic filling my nose. My eyelids still felt heavy as I opened them and adjusted to the bright light coming from the ceiling. I tried to sit up, but when I couldn’t, I winced from the headache and my weakened body.

I held my head as I looked around. I was in the hospital. When I turned my head, a nurse was already beside me, checking the monitors.

“Luna… You’re awake.”

I swallowed with difficulty, wincing at the dryness in my throat. “How… is my child?” My voice was hoarse.

She took a ragged breath and placed a hand over mine, as if to comfort me.

“You… you lost your child. There’s no heartbeat anymore. The injuries you sustained caused serious complications, and the baby couldn’t survive. I’m very sorry for your loss, Luna.”

She lowered her head after saying those words. My hand flew to my chest. Tears spilled down my face, soaking into the pillow. I shook my head violently, refusing to believe it.

“No… I can’t—” I sobbed. “Please… I want my baby! Bring my baby back!”

In the dream, I saw myself lying down, holding a stomach that no longer carried life. The kind of pain I couldn’t describe returned, as if I were being killed over and over again.

“No!” I cried out.

I jolted awake from the dream, gasping for air, my forehead drenched in sweat. My hands trembled as I tried to catch my breath.

“No…” I kept repeating to myself. But even then, the pain in my chest didn’t fade.

I needed Liam. I needed to see him. At times like this, when I was still being haunted by what happened, he was the only one who could quiet the screaming inside me.

I forced myself to get up and leave the room, even though my knees were shaking.

As I walked through the hallway toward Liam’s office, I came to a stop when my eyes caught sight of Hall, Liam’s Beta, in the distance.

He seemed to be pointing directions to the woman beside him— Vicky, his sister and Liam’s childhood acquaintance. The entire pack knew she had feelings for my husband and openly admired him, but I never saw it as a threat or considered her a rival.

Still, I was puzzled because I didn’t know when Vicky had become part of the preparations for the new orphanage. No one had even told me.

If she had been suddenly included, it would be better if I participated instead. After all, I am the Luna. I should be involved in these decisions. It was obvious Vicky didn’t understand the workings of the orphanage as well as I did. I knew better what was needed there.

I decided to proceed to Liam’s office. I needed to clarify this. I also needed to know why it felt like things were happening without my knowledge.

I stopped walking when I reached the office, but before I could even knock on the door, I heard Warren’s voice from inside.

I frowned, surprised he hadn’t left yet. I thought he had already departed after our conversation earlier. I couldn’t help but become more curious about what Warren was still doing there.

I hid beside the door and pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop on the conversation inside. I didn’t know why, but something was stopping me from knocking.

I heard Warren say, “Alpha, I am certain Luna cannot conceive anymore.”

They were actually discussing something about me. I froze in place, my eyes widening in shock.