Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 201

I stood in the bathroom, clutching the edge of the cold marble sink. My stomach did a slow, sickening flip. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the feeling to pass.

It has been a few weeks since the wedding and Alice’s ceremony. Life was finally perfect. Marco and Isabella were happy. Astor and I were more in love than ever.

But for the last three days, I felt different. My head felt heavy. My morning coffee, which I usually loved, smelled like old dirt. And that morning sickness, the one I remembered so clearly from when I carried the twins was back.

I was terrified.

I walked back into the bedroom. Astor was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his boots. He looked up at me, and his smile faded instantly. He was an Alpha; he could smell my fear.He could feel the change in my heart rate.

“Faith? What’s wrong? You’re pale,” he said, standing up and reaching for me.

“I’m just… tired,” I lied. I moved past him to the window, staring out at the forest.

He didn’t seem to believe me. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He rested his chin on my shoulder, but as his hands touched my stomach, I flinched. I pulled away before I could stop myself.

The room went silent. Astor’s hands stayed in the air, empty. His eyes were full of confusion and a little bit of hurt.

“Faith? Did I do something?”

“No! No, Astor, it’s not you,” I said, my voice shaking. “I just… I need some air.”

I ran out of the room. I didn’t stop until I reached the deep part of the woods. I leaned against a tall pine tree and breathed in the scent of pine and earth.

I touched my stomach. If there was a life growing there, I should be happy. I’m a good mother and

the kids have the best father. I can literally give this kid anything.

But all I felt was a cold, sharp panic.

For the next two days, I lived in a state of “maybe.” I watched the clock. I watched my body. Every time I felt a little bit of nausea, I wanted to cry. Every time I felt a cramp, I hoped it was just my body telling me I wasn’t pregnant.

I loved Marco and Isabella more than life itself. They were my miracles. But there was a hole in my heart that I didn’t liked to talk about.

That afternoon, I was sitting in the garden when the realization hit me. The symptoms were fading. The heavy feeling in my chest was gone and my body was returning to normal which means that I had a fever.

I wasn’t pregnant.

I let out a long, shaky breath. I shouldn’t have felt relieved. But I was. But I also felt a deep, biting sadness that made my eyes sting. I sat on the grass and put my head in my hands.

“Faith?”

I didn’t hear him come up. Astor was standing in front of me and he looked like he hadn’t slept. He looked at me, seeing my tears, and he didn’t ask permission this time. He sat down on the grass and pulled me into his lap, holding me like I was something made of glass.

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