Pregnant Luna's Regretful Alpha

Chapter 07

POV: Sarina

I didn’t want to leave the room.

Lying on the enormous bed (which now felt even bigger and emptier than ever), I tormented myself.

He didn’t know if he truly wanted me. He didn’t know if he wouldn’t choose her if I weren’t an obstacle.

Tears streamed down my face. I didn’t want to wipe them away. I had no strength for that, after all.

How does someone not know if they love their own wife? How does someone hesitate when faced with a question like that?

I sighed, feeling the tightness in my throat intensify.

“You need to rest, Sarina.”

Gloria’s soft yet firm voice brought me back to reality. I slowly opened my eyes, meeting her concerned gaze. She held a cup of hot tea, steam rising in delicate spirals.

“I can’t sleep.” My voice came out weaker than I wanted.

She sat beside me, offering the cup.

“If you won’t do it for yourself, do it for your baby.”

My hands trembled as I took the tea. My baby. Zander’s baby.

“Do you think I should tell him?”

“You haven’t told him yet?”

I shook my head.

“With everything happening, I didn’t have the courage. And if he… if he rejects me anyway, Gloria?”

I couldn’t stop the flood of tears and sobs. Now I was crying openly.

Humiliated. That’s how I felt.

Gloria sighed, her expression softening. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder as she advised:

“I can’t make that decision for you, dear. But think carefully… If he knows, something might change. Or it might not.”

The fear of hearing the wrong answer paralyzed me.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

“Has Zander returned?”

She nodded.

“Yes, but he said he didn’t want to disturb you. He’s busy with… other things.”

I didn’t need to ask to know that “other things” meant Lillian.

Forcing myself to drink the tea, I tried to ignore the pain simmering inside me.

. . .

POV: Zander

The hall was bustling, and I watched as Lillian moved among the pack members, her practiced smile and perfect posture in place. Today, she began learning what it meant to be a Luna.

And I allowed it.

My wolf growled restlessly within me, and I knew why. He wanted Lillian. By the Goddess, it was unbearably difficult to hold myself back from claiming her right then and there.

But it wasn’t out of love. I didn’t love her. The only woman I truly loved wasn’t here…

Sarina.

I wanted Sarina.

The truth was, I was a damn coward. Rejecting Lillian would mean weakening myself, and I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable. Not with everything happening. Not when I needed to protect my pack.

On the other hand, I couldn’t let go of my wife.

“You’re distracted.”

Lillian’s voice pulled me back, and when I met her gaze, I found her watching me closely.

“I’m just tired.”

She gave a small smile and touched my arm.

“I know. This isn’t easy for either of us.”

I pulled away before she could prolong the contact.

“I have to go.”

“Wait.”

I looked at her again.

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

My wolf stirred, restless. I didn’t respond.

“You always get that look when you think about her,” Lillian said softly, a hint of accusation in her tone.

“She’s my wife.”

“But that means nothing compared to our bond. Fate decided that—”

“I have to go. I hope you enjoy the training.”

She frowned but didn’t argue.

My steps led me straight to the bedroom. To her.

When I entered, the dim light illuminated Sarina’s face, her hair sprawled across the pillow, her breathing soft and steady.

My chest tightened at the sight of her.

I moved closer, careful not to wake her. Her sweet scent filled my senses, bringing a relief I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I reached out, hesitating before touching her cheek.

“Sarina…”

She stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering, but she didn’t wake.

I stood there, watching her, feeling the crushing weight of my guilt.

I never stopped loving her.

But what was I supposed to do?

How could I balance my love for her and my duty to the pack?

I was a damn weak man.

So I simply lay beside her, without touching her.

I couldn’t stop the tears.