Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 169

The moment I crossed the threshold into the Eternal Pack’s territory, the air felt like a physical weight on my chest. It wasn’t just the cold though the wind bit through my coat like claws, it was the silence.

Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy and suffocating kind that made my teeth ache and my wolf whine in protest and it was also warning me that there was something in the air.

Six months have passed since I walked these lands. It may have been everything but the most important thing is that it felt like home.

The air, the land, the soil and everything was just calming and it felt right.

The pack’s scent hit me first. Familiar, yet wrong. Like Astor’s cologne mixed with something sharp and metallic, like rust or fear.

My wolf bristled.

Astor’s here, I thought, my pulse quickening. I could feel his presence through my senses, but I don’t understand why he’s blocked me out of his mind.

“Mommy!” A movement tackled my legs, and stumbled into a hug so fierce it knocked the air out of me.

Marco’s arms were around my waist, his hair wild and unorganised and it’s quite clear they. were playing.

Isabella latched onto my arm next, her tiny hands gripping my sleeve like she might disappear if she let go. I squeezed them both, my eyes stinging. “You’re back!” Marco said, grinning, but his voice wavered like he was holding back tears. Isabella just stared up at me, her dark eyes searching mine as if trying to decide if I was real.

“I’m here,” I whispered, crouching to hug them both properly. Marco’s laughter, so like Astor’s, made my heart split open.

I don’t know why they didn’t come back if they missed me this because I thought the reason why they wouldn’t come back was because they were quite happy here.

I wanted to see them more than anything but the one person that I haven’t seen in 6 months was nowhere to be seen and if the kids saw me then he must have felt my presence already.

Where is he, I wanted to scream. Instead, I kissed her forehead, my fingers brushing against her cheek. ” I missed you guys just as much.”

But the moment unraveled when the kids pulled me towards the house chatting about their day, and I realized that the problem wasn’t only that Astor didn’t come to meet me but also.

Pack members were strangers to me now, their hollow and polite eyes watched as I passed.

What have you done to them? I thought, my wolf snarling at the pack’s unnatural stillness.

I get that we still had a long way to go in in terms of building relationship but nobody seemed live in particularly happy to see their Luna.

“Where’s Astor?” I asked Marco, who marched ahead like a general.

“Daddy’s busy,” he said, not looking at me.

1 just want to know what’s going on between us and what I did wrong. I don’t understand why he’s ignoring me and it’s just driving me crazy.

I didn’t feel like doing anything other than sleeping for now because I fear I might just go and look for him wherever he is and confront him which is something I don’t need right now.

I made my way to our bedroom. This was the hardest part. The bed was neatly made, but the air here was thick with his scent.

I walked to his closet, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled open the door. His clothes hung neatly, a silent army of fabrics. My eyes landed on a simple, worn t-shirt.

I pulled it from the hanger, the and buried my face in it. The scent was pure Astor: pine, earth, and something uniquely him, a deep, comforting scent that instantly brought a rush of memories, his laugh, his touch, and just everything about him.

For a moment, the world shrank to just me and this shirt. The longing was a physical ache, so overwhelming it brought tears stinging to my eyes. “Astor, I whispered into the fabric.

I took a much needed shower because I was sweating and honestly I’m tired both emotionally and physically and after that I went to bed.

I told myself that tomorrow, I would get answers. Tomorrow, I will talk to Astor.

Tomorrow, this nightmare would make sense.

With that desperate hope clinging to me, l finally drifted off, the image of Astor’s face, and Alice’s.