Alpha's regrets Pregnant Rejected Luna novel Chapter 10

Alara

I woke up early the next morning, determined to make things right. After what had happened last night, I needed to remind Kaelen why he chose me—why I was the woman he was meant to be with. It wasn’t just about love; it was about showing him I could be everything for him. I wasn’t going to let one mistake, one moment of weakness, define our future.

I hurried down to the kitchen before anyone else was awake. I wasn’t much of a cook, but I knew what I wanted: Kaelen’s favorite dish. It had to be perfect. I found the head cook already preparing the day’s meals.

“Good morning,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster. “I need you to prepare something special for Kaelen. His favorite.”

The cook nodded, already accustomed to my demands. “Of course, Miss Alara. I’ll get started right away.”

I paced back and forth while the cook worked, trying to shake the nervous energy that buzzed through me. Every now and then, the events of last night with Lucas flashed through my mind. The kiss, the intensity of it… I couldn’t afford to think about that right now. I had to focus on Kaelen. He was the priority, not some momentary lapse in judgment with his Beta.

Once the dish was finished, I straightened my posture and gestured for the cook to bring it out to the dining room.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him just before he stepped through the door. I took a deep breath, an idea forming in my head. If I wanted to truly win Kaelen over, I couldn’t let him think someone else was doing all the work. I needed him to see me as the devoted wife I was trying to be, not just a woman who ordered others around.

“I’ll take it,” I said, grabbing the tray from the cook’s hands.

The cook looked surprised but quickly stepped aside. “As you wish, Miss Alara.”

I carried the dish out to the dining room, the aroma of Kaelen’s favorite meal filling the air. The sight of the beautifully prepared food should have calmed my nerves, but as soon as I entered the dining room, I spotted Lucas sitting at the table, his eyes briefly meeting mine before he looked away. My heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, the tray felt heavier in my hands.

Why was Lucas here? Of all mornings, why did he have to show up for breakfast today? I couldn’t let last night’s mistake ruin everything. I needed to stay calm, to act normal, but the weight of what had happened between us made it impossible to relax. I stole a quick glance at him, my mind racing. Would he say anything? Would he give anything away?

“Morning, Alara,” Lucas greeted casually, as if nothing had happened. His voice was steady, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was feeling as conflicted as I was.

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice a little too tight, a little too forced. I quickly set the dish down on the table, pretending I hadn’t noticed the tension in the air.

Just then, I heard Kaelen’s footsteps approaching, and my heart jumped into my throat. I straightened up, smoothing out my clothes as I prepared myself. This was my chance to show him that I cared, that I was the perfect partner for him.

When Kaelen entered the dining room, he glanced at the table and then at me, his expression softening. “You made this?” he asked, surprised.

I smiled, trying to keep my voice light. “Of course. I wanted to do something special for you.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he sat down at the table. “Thank you, Alara. That’s… thoughtful.”

I let out a small breath of relief, glad that my little ruse was working. As Kaelen started eating, I took a seat across from him, careful not to look in Lucas’s direction. The tension from last night still hung between us, but I couldn’t afford to let it show. I had to focus on Kaelen, on winning him over, on making him see that I was the one who could make him happy.

But it was hard to concentrate when Lucas was sitting right there, watching everything. I could feel his eyes on me, even when I wasn’t looking at him. And whenever I did glance in his direction, he would quickly look away, as if he, too, was trying to ignore the elephant in the room.

Kaelen seemed oblivious to the undercurrent of tension at the table. He ate in silence for the most part, occasionally offering a comment about how good the food was. Every time he complimented the dish, I felt a small surge of victory. But the moment was always fleeting, because in the back of my mind, I kept replaying last night over and over again. I couldn’t help but wonder if Lucas was thinking about it too.

When breakfast was over, Kaelen wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at me. “Alara, about last night…”