Alpha Regret: The Luna I Rejected Has A Son For Me

chapter 2

Chapter 2

Iris

I stood there, my feet feeling heavy on the floor. I listened to his words, but I did not say anything.

Silence was the only shield I had left.

This was the man I loved with every part of my soul. I had grown up beside him, shared my dreams with him, and imagined a future where we led the Moon Claws together.

But now, in his eyes, I was nothing more than a killer.

He saw me as a cold person who would do anything, even climb into any man's bed, just to get what she wanted. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Had he forgotten everything?

Had he truly forgotten that if it were not for me, he would not even be standing here today?

I closed my eyes for a second, and a memory from a few years ago flashed through my mind. I remembered when Grandpa had looked so helpless and small. Finn had been at the point of death. His body was failing, and the doctors said he needed a miracle.

I was that miracle.

I was the only person in the entire pack whose kidney was a perfect match for his. I didn't hesitate. I went under the knife for him. I gave a piece of myself so he could live.

But after the surgery, things changed. Someone had whispered lies in his ear. Now, after everything, he still believed that Fiona was his savior. He thought she was the one who had made the sacrifice.

Even if I stood here and explained that everything he had achieved—every breath he took and all the strength he had today—was because of my own hard work and sacrifice, he would never believe me.

To him, my words were just more lies from a girl who wanted power.

"Does the Alpha want me to do anything?" I asked. I looked directly at him, my voice barely a whisper.

The anger on his face did not fade. If anything, it grew sharper. He stepped toward me and grabbed my hands roughly. His grip was tight enough to bruise.

"If you had not been asking for too much, Grandpa would not have died," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

His words hit me harder than a physical blow. He was blaming me for the accident, but he was also blaming himself, and he was taking that pain out on me. Before I could respond, he pushed my hands away with sudden force.

I wasn't ready for it. I stumbled back, my heels catching on the rug. I fell hard to the ground.

The glass cup I had been holding flew from my grip and shattered against the floor. As I tried to catch myself, my palm landed directly on the sharp, broken pieces. I felt the sting immediately.

Bright red blood began to flow from the cuts in my hand, pooling on the floor and staining my skin.

I took a deep breath, trying to hold myself together. I did not cry out. I did not even complain. I slowly looked up at him, my hand throbbing with pain.

"You can think whatever you want," I said, my voice shaking but firm. "I accept that it was my fault Grandpa passed away. I will carry that weight. But he is the only one who ever truly cared for me. You can hate me. You can do every mean thing you want to do. But Grandpa’s words already stand. He said it before he died—I am the only Luna who can help you rule this pack."

Before Finn could say a single word, his mother, Mrs. Walker, stood up from her chair. She looked at me with pure disgust.

"How dare you say that?" she snapped. She walked over and stood over me while I was still on the floor. "A woman who doesn't even know the basic laws of the pack wants to rule? You are a girl from nowhere. You should stop dreaming, Iris. Just because the old man cared for you and took you in like a stray dog doesn't mean we will ever agree for you to be Luna to Finn. You should be happy that you even have a roof over your head instead of standing there and talking back to us."

I looked at her, then at Finn, then at Fiona. I felt so small, sitting there on the floor with blood dripping from my hand. I realized then that I was fighting a battle I could never win.

"Fine," I said, my voice cold. "Since you don't want me to be Luna, I agree. I won't fight you anymore. Don't worry. After Finn officially becomes the Alpha, I promise I will leave this pack. I will go far away, and you will not have to see my face ever again."

As I said the words, a strange wave of nausea hit me. It wasn't just the pain in my hand or the sadness in my heart. My stomach flipped violently. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the dizzy feeling in my head.

I ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time. I leaned over the toilet and threw up, my body shaking with the effort. I felt weak and cold.

I heard footsteps behind me. I stayed on the floor, trying to catch my breath.

"Don't tell me you caught some disgusting disease," Mrs. Walker said from the doorway. Her voice held no pity, only annoyance.

I kept silent. I didn't have the energy to argue, and I didn't know what to say. I didn't know why I was sick. But my dear sister Fiona decided to speak for me.

"Sis, don't tell me you feel disgusted by Finn and Mom," Fiona said. She sounded worried, but I could see the small, mean smile in her eyes. "Is that why you had to run in here and throw up? When will you stop being so ungrateful for everything this family has done for you?"

I looked at Fiona for a second. Did she really think I had planned this? Did she think I ran in here to throw up on purpose just to make a scene?

I flushed the toilet and slowly stood up. I washed my mouth and turned to look at them. My face was pale, and I felt like I might fall over.

"I'm just sick, that's all," I said. I didn't look at Finn as I walked past them and headed toward my room.

Night came, and the house grew quiet. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The bandage on my hand was messy because I had tried to do it myself with one hand. I picked up my phone and opened a social media app, hoping to distract myself.

But the first thing I saw made my heart sink.

It was a post from Fiona. She had posted a photo of herself smiling. Around her neck was a beautiful silver necklace that caught the light.

Her caption read: "A gift from the Alpha. Soon I will be ruling the pack by his side."

I stopped breathing for a moment. I knew that necklace.

Grandpa had bought it months ago. He had shown it to me in secret, telling me it was a special heirloom. He said that on the night of my ceremony, when I finally became the Luna of the Moon Claws, I would wear it as a symbol of my power.

Now, it was around Fiona’s neck. Finn had given away my heritage to the woman who wanted to replace me.

I heard the door to my room open. I quickly turned off my phone and closed my eyes, acting as if I were deep in sleep. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

"I know you are awake," Finn’s voice said.

A few seconds passed, and I heard him walking closer. I opened my eyes and sat up, looking at him. He was holding a first aid box. He still had that same cold, hard look on his face, but he didn't say anything mean. He sat on the edge of my bed.

Without asking, he reached out and pulled my injured hand toward him. I was shocked.

Was this not the same man who had pushed me down and watched me bleed? What had gotten into him now? Why was he being careful?

He opened the box and began to clean the wound. He was surprisingly gentle. He picked out the tiny bits of glass I had missed and started bandaging my hand properly. I watched him, my mind spinning. For a moment, I saw the boy he used to be—the boy who used to protect me.

After he was finished, he sat there for a while. He didn't leave. The silence in the room felt heavy.

"What do you want, Finn?" I asked.

He looked at me and actually smiled. It wasn't a kind smile, though. It was the kind of smile a person gives when they are about to win a game. He reached out and placed his hand on my hair, stroking it almost like I was a pet.

"Fiona feels very sad," he said softly. "She’s upset that the old man didn't leave her anything before he passed away. She feels left out."

I felt a bad feeling in my chest. "And?"

"So, now she just wants your room," he continued. "She says her room is a bit small, and she needs more space to prepare for the ceremony. Since you said you are leaving anyway, you don't need this big room, right?"

I laughed, but there was no joy in it. It was a sharp, bitter sound.

I looked at him and realized that the gentle way he bandaged my hand was just a trick. He was putting on an act just so he could convince me to give his love my room. He didn't care about my injury; he just wanted to make things easy for Fiona.

"Fine," I said. I didn't want to fight him anymore. It was useless. "Take it."

I didn't want to hear another word from him. I slowly stood up and grabbed my pillow. My hand hurt, and my stomach still felt uneasy, but I didn't care. I walked toward the door.

As I opened it to walk out, I saw Fiona already standing there in the hallway. She was waiting for me to leave so she could move in. I did not say a word to her. I just walked past her, keeping my head high even though I felt like I was falling apart inside.

I was taken to one of the small rooms in the back of the house. It was a room for the maids. It was tiny, cold, and dark. It wasn't even that Fiona's old room was unavailable—they just told me she wanted to use her old room as a study room. They wanted me in the smallest place possible to show me my new rank.

As I got into the room, I sat down on the narrow, hard bed. The reality of my life hit me. I was alone. Grandpa was dead. Finn hated me. I was being treated like a servant in my own home.

I reached for my phone and dialed a number I had kept hidden for a long time. I waited, my heart pounding against my ribs. Just as the person on the other end picked up, I spoke.

My voice was cold and certain.

"Are the rejection bond documents ready?"