Alpha’s Regret: Begging For My Luna Back novel Chapter 73

My legs felt like jelly, and I sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress giving slightly under my weight. My head was pounding, a drumbeat of disbelief and pain. My chest felt tight, like a fist was squeezing my heart.

Every time I think she can break me anymore than she already has she does something better and I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.

“Why, Faith?” I managed to whisper, my voice rough and broken. It was barely a sound, but it was loaded with everything I felt. “Why did you do this to us? To me? How?”

My mind was a mess. For years I’ve had these strange feelings. Like little movie clips playing in my head. Of us. That particular night when I was drunk, when she left.

Together, touching, having s*x and I always thought they were just dreams, made up by my lonely mind. Happy endings I wished for. Never, not once, did I think they were real. Never did I think they were actual memories, hidden away, waiting for me to find them.

She moved but I didn’t look up. I just stared at my hands, clenched into fists on my lap. Then I felt her presence close, so close I could almost feel her breath. She knelt on the floor in front of me, her head bowed.

“Astor,” she began, her voice trembling. “No apology, no explanation can ever change what I did. I know that. But please… I am begging for your forgiveness.”

A single tear escaped my eye, then another, hot and stinging paths down my face. My breath hitched. An Alpha crying. It felt wrong, like breaking some ancient rule. But I couldn’t stop it. The dam had broken, and all the pain, all the confusion, all the hurt poured out.

My mind replayed the last few hours. The slow, painful puzzle pieces are falling into place. I remember overhearing her parents talking. Something about a son. I froze. My wolf inside me had stirred, a strange mix of fear and familiarity. I tried to push it away, to tell myself it was a misunderstanding, a cruel twist of words. My Faith wouldn’t do something like that.

Not to me.

Then Kimberly called. Her voice was hushed, careful. “Astor,” she’d said. “There’s a couple… they’ve been calling. They want to talk to Faith. About her son.”

About her son.

The world had tilted on its axis then. My stomach had dropped, and a cold dread had spread through me, making my blood turn to ice. It wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was real.

“And what about me?” I demanded, my voice icy now, stripped of all emotion but betrayal. “Didn’t I deserve that? Didn’t I deserve to be loved by my son? To love my son? You took that away from me, Faith! You stole years from us! Years of first steps, first words, first birthdays! You took my chance to be a father!”

It felt like I swallowed a hot potato because my throat was burning as much as my heart was.

That little boy looks like me. he is exactly how I imagined my child would look like and I missed everything about his life.

He doesn’t know me. My son doesn’t know that I’m his father and I have done nothing to deserve this.

Maybe I wasn’t a good mate or a good fiancée but I am a good father and I deserved that.

She flinched, her shoulders slumping further. “I know,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face now. “I know I did. But… what happens next?”