Alpha s Regret My Luna Has A Son

“Luna Seraphina, congratulations! Our pack finally has Alpha's Promise. The test results show you're eight weeks pregnant, but your body is still too weak, which could lead to a miscarriage. Please be extra cautious with your diet and exercise.”

My best friend, Dr. Vivienne Pack, handed me some medication to help strengthen my body and reminded me gently.

“Thank you, Vivienne. I’ll be careful,” I said, smiling as I took the medicine and the report, slowly standing up to leave.

It had been three years since I became Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood’s mate. No one was more eager than I was for this child to arrive. I would protect this Little Howler with everything I had. I couldn’t wait to share this amazing news with him.

I could hardly believe it—I was pregnant. I drifted back to the car, lost in my thoughts.

Driver Rowan started the car and glanced at me through the rearview mirror. “Luna, Alpha Nathaniel’s flight arrives at 3 PM. We have about twenty minutes. Should we go pick him up?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Just the thought of seeing him in twenty minutes made me smile sweetly. I was already eager to tell him.

In a world where werewolves and humans coexisted, we were careful to hide our true nature. My husband Nathaniel Blackwood was a strong, handsome Alpha, often busy with the pack and his business empire. He had been away for almost a month this time, and I missed him terribly.

On the way, I couldn’t help but pull out the pregnancy report from my bag and look at it again. I gently placed my hand on my belly. After three years of trying, I had finally... finally become pregnant. There, inside me, was our Little Howler. In eight months, he would be born. When Nathaniel and the pack heard the news, they would be overjoyed.

At the airport, Rowan parked the car in a prominent spot. “Luna, do you want to call Alpha?”

I glanced at my watch, estimating Nathaniel’s arrival time. I dialed his number, but the call didn’t go through.

“He might be on the plane. Let’s wait a bit,” I told Rowan.

More time passed, but still no sign of Nathaniel.

I tried again, but the line was still unavailable.

“We’ll wait a little longer,” I said. Delays were common—sometimes a flight could be delayed by an hour or more.

Two hours later.

I dialed Nathaniel’s number again. This time, it didn’t just ring—it was picked up quickly. A woman’s voice answered instead.

“Sorry, Nathaniel is in the bathroom. He’ll call you back later.”

Before I could say anything, I heard the line disconnect. I stared at my phone screen, stunned for a moment.

I remembered that Nathaniel hadn’t brought a female assistant on this trip. But the voice... something about it seemed familiar.

I stared at the dark screen, waiting for Nathaniel to call back.

Ten minutes passed, but still nothing.

Another five minutes, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I dialed Nathaniel’s number once more.

I waited for a long time, and just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, it was picked up. Nathaniel’s deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver.

“Seraphina?”

“Nathaniel, where are you? Rowan and I are in the parking lot at Terminal A. You can come straight here.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Sorry, Seraphina. After the flight arrived, I forgot to turn on my phone. I’ve already left the airport.”

“Then... I’ll wait for you at the PackHouse?” I bit my lip. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Alright. I need to talk to you too.”

“For dinner, I’ll have Aria prepare your favorite steak and...”

“You eat without me. I have some work to handle. I’ll be home later.”

I felt a pang of disappointment but responded calmly, “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Just as I was about to hang up, I heard the same woman’s voice from earlier.

“Sorry, Nathaniel. I forgot to relay Seraphina’s call to you.”

My smile froze instantly, and an uneasy feeling settled in my chest. Furrowing my brows, I was about to ask Nathaniel who the woman was, but the call ended abruptly.

I stared at my phone screen, lost in thought.

“Take me back to the PackHouse,” I told Rowan after a few minutes of silence.

Rowan must have guessed something from the conversation. He quickly drove away from the airport.

At dinner, I had little appetite, but I forced myself to eat a little for the sake of the Little Howler inside me.

Sitting on the couch with a pillow in my arms, I watched TV but kept glancing at my watch. I couldn’t focus on what was on the screen.

It was already 10 PM.