Alpha's regrets Pregnant Rejected Luna novel Chapter 2

Kaida

The next morning, I sat in the formal dining room, hands folded in my lap, staring at the massive oak table where we used to share meals. It felt wrong to be sitting here waiting for a lawyer to finalize the end of my marriage, the end of everything I thought my life would be. I had barely slept the night before, my mind replaying the moment I signed those divorce papers over and over again.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Kaelen was late, of course. Typical. He never had to deal with the fallout of his actions… no, that responsibility was always mine. Even now, I was the one sitting here, waiting for the axe to fall, while he took his sweet time.

The lawyer, Mr. Price, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a thick briefcase, sat across from me, flipping through documents without much regard for the emotional weight of the situation. His presence was cold, clinical, like everything in my life had become in the past twenty-four hours.

“We’ll get started as soon as Kaelen arrives,” he said, not looking up. His tone was detached, business-like, as though this was just another transaction to him.

I nodded stiffly, feeling the tension build in my shoulders. My thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the night before. I will have to walk out of our home - no, his home now - without telling him about the pregnancy. I couldn’t bring myself to after what he’d said. And now, sitting here, that secret felt like a burning coal lodged in my throat. He didn’t deserve to know. Not after what he’d done. But still… He was the father.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. A moment later, Kaelen walked in, followed closely by a woman I had never met before but recognized immediately. Her. The so-called fated mate.

Alara Snow.

She was beautiful, of course. Tall, willowy, with silver-blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were pale blue, almost icy, and her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach them. As they entered, she clung to Kaelen’s arm as if she were staking her claim on him, her touch possessive.

“Kaida,” Kaelen said, his voice void of emotion. “This is Alara Snow.”

I stood, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. “Nice to meet you,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside me.

Alara’s smile widened, a mockery of politeness. “Kaelen’s told me so much about you. It’s wonderful to finally meet you in person.” Her tone was sugary sweet, but I could feel the venom lurking beneath.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Likewise.”

“Shall we begin?” Mr. Price interrupted, clearly eager to move things along.

Kaelen and Alara took their seats across from me, their hands intertwined. The sight made my stomach churn. I clenched my fists under the table, willing myself to remain composed. This was just another hurdle. I could get through this.

Mr. Price cleared his throat and opened the file in front of him. “As we discussed, Kaida, this meeting is to finalize the divorce agreement and announce the settlement.”

I nodded numbly, my eyes flicking briefly to Kaelen, who was staring at the table as if this was all just another pack duty he had to get through. The man I had loved… and still love, the man I had married, was a stranger now. How did it come to this?

“The divorce settlement is as follows,” Mr. Price continued, adjusting his glasses. “Kaida Ashwood will inherit seven million dollars from the Darkridge estate as part of the divorce settlement. Additionally, the divorce can be revoked under one condition - if Kaida is found to be pregnant with Kaelen’s child or children.”

The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. My breath caught in my throat. Revoked? If I’m pregnant? The universe had a twisted sense of humor.

Alara’s eyes gleamed with something malicious, her lips curling into a smug smile. “Well, we don’t have to worry about that, do we?” she said, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Kaida can’t even have children.”

The words hit me like a slap to the face. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and I felt a surge of anger boiling up inside me. She had no right to say that… she absolutely had no right to make assumptions about my life, my body, my pain.

I opened my mouth to respond, my voice shaking. “That’s none of your business, Alara.”