Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 10

Astor’s Pov

This was not the happy day we all planned. This was not the joyful crowning.

My father usually strong like a rock, stood nearby. His face looked hard. His eyes, usually calm, were now full of anger. I rarely saw him this angry, especially not at me. He waited quietly, but his silence felt louder than any yell.

Elder Lyra sighed sadly. She started the ceremony again, her voice a little shaky. I know how mandatory it was for her to be here. This broke our oldest rules. It showed everyone how big the problem was.

The old words of the ceremony felt empty to me after that. I heard them, but I felt no happiness. Only a deep, empty pain in my chest, a cold place where my heart should be.

After the ceremony ended, the people slowly left and they wished me well, but I heard the whispers and snickers.

“Astor,” My father growled and it felt like his was wolf ready to bite. “What happened?”

I was going through it, and he was pushing me to my limit.

“She didn’t come, Father,” I said, my voice tight. “I think her father was loud enough, and everybody here heard him.”

My father came closer. I could feel his Wolf wanting to come out, but I respect my father, and I sure as hell hope it never comes to that.

“I expected you to control your Luna! Your future partner! This is not just bad for you, Astor. This shames our family, our Pack, our Ancestors! Do you understand? It means you, our new Alpha, cannot even get your own Luna to come to your crowning day!” He whispered words that felt like sharp stones.

“You should have been better. You should have been stronger.”

My father’s words hurt me badly. But they also made me angry, not just at

Faith, but at him.

My voice became a low growl, only for him to hear. “You talk about control, Father? You talk about being strong? You made us get engaged. You forced this on us, on her, for ‘old ways‘ and ‘power‘! Did you ever ask if we wanted it? Did you care if she wanted me? Or if I wanted a Luna who had to be forced to come?”

I stepped closer, looking straight into his eyes, feeling my Alpha power grow inside me.

“You started this problem, Father. I am the one who has to deal with it. And now I have to clean up your mess, not mine. Don’t call me weak. I will fix this. And when I do, remember who really caused this shame today.”

He stopped, surprised, but still angry. My own words hurt me, but they also made me strong and cold inside. He thought I was weak.

However, it was her actions that led to this. She made me look foolish in front of everyone.

A cold, sharp anger pushed away all my hurt. This was not about her feeling “too much pressure.” This was about her not listening to me, not respecting me. She had walked away, and when she did, she broke a part of my rule, my power.

“I will find her!” I promised, my voice a low growl. My wolf spirit inside me felt dark anger. “And she will pay for this!”

I truly meant it.

I turned from my father. My boots hit the ground hard. I went straight to Faith’s parents.

“Where is she?” I demanded. My face showed them I was serious. There was no time for gentle talk.

Faith’s mother looked pale and began to cry. Alice, Faith’s younger sister, hugged her.

“We were bringing her back,” her mother said through tears, “but on the way, she ran away.”

But two days later, the kitchen was a mess. Alice tried to share the food fairly. The warriors, who needed a lot of food for strength, stayed hungry. The old people, who needed less food, got the unhealthiest junk. Nobody knew what to do.

She also made mistakes with numbers. She ordered twice as much flour as we needed, so the storage room was full. And she totally forgot to order important medicinal herbs.

Everything was going wrong. Faith would have known what to do, I thought, feeling a sad pain in my chest. I would not need to tell her. She would just know, quietly and perfectly.

Alice was trying, I could see that. But she just could not do what Faith did. It was like trying to fix a broken wall with a soft basket. It only made things worse.

I started thinking about Faith all the time. Her smell, the calm way she moved, how good she was at everything. It hurt deep in my stomach, a strong wish to have her back.

My world felt wrong, broken like a beautiful song without its most important sound.

After another day of searching for and asking questions, using old favors and all my Alpha power, a scout finally came back. He had good news, a small light of hope in the darkness.

“Alpha,” he said, tired but happy, “we found a small path. It’s a few days old, but it’s there.”

He told me the direction. That was all I needed. I understood. Marcus Thorne. He was Faith’s father by adoption, a man I had never met. He lived alone in a small house, far away in the Northern Woods. He was far from Pack rules and problems.

Of course. She went to him. I knew Faith and I had not really talked about our lives for the past three years. But I had seen her talk to him on the phone, and she was always happiest when she did.

“Get a small group ready,” I said, my voice strong and clear, full of new purpose. “We leave tomorrow morning. I am going to Marcus’s house. I am bringing my Luna home.”

This was not just for the Pack anymore. Not just my duty. This was for me. I needed to get back what was mine. I knew now, very deeply, that I could not live without her.

Faith had run away. But I was the Alpha. And I would make her understand that she cannot run from what is meant to happen. She cannot run from me.