Her Alpha Ex Husbands Regret

Lunaria's POV.

"What is going on?" I whispered to myself, staring in disbelief at the body lying next to me. My heart raced as I pinched myself, trying to wake up from what must surely be a nightmare.

This couldn't be real. It had to be some figment of my imagination, a twisted dream that I desperately wanted to end.

"Sir," I called out, my voice trembling as I gently tapped him. But to my horror, his body was cold and unresponsive. No movement, no sign of life. My heart pounded in my chest as panic set in. "Sir!" I repeated, pushing him slightly. His body just flopped over, drenched in blood like a lifeless shell.

I gasped, my hands flying to cover my mouth as shock overwhelmed me. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to make sense of the scene. Glancing down at myself, I saw that I too was covered in blood.

A small scream escaped my lips as I leaped up from the bed, my legs trembling beneath me. There, on the bed, lay a small dagger, stained with blood. What the hell was going on? I was in a state of complete shock.

The last thing I remembered was feeling a bit intoxicated after the ceremony last night, though I hadn't drunk much. I went to bed, but how on earth did I wake up in the room of my mate's father and the Alpha of our pack, Alpha Griffin, drenched in his blood? How did this happen? My mind raced with questions, none of which had answers.

Just as I was trying to piece together what had happened, a knock on the door made me jump in fear.

"Your morning coffee is ready, Alpha Griffin," came the voice of the butler, Marcus, as he entered the room with a tray. The moment he saw the lifeless body of the Alpha, drenched in blood, his expression shifted to one of sheer horror.

The tray slipped from his hands, crashing to the floor as he stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face as I looked from the Alpha's body to the butler.

My entire body trembled as I tried to speak, but the words came out in broken stammers, "I didn't do it... I... I don't know how I got here."

But Marcus wasn't convinced. He bolted to the door and shouted, "Guards! Guards, come quick! The King has just been murdered!" His words sent a lot of panic crashing over me.

My breathing became labored, and it felt like my heart was about to burst from my chest. I gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady myself as I struggled to maintain my composure.

If this was a dream, I needed to wake up-now. This nightmare had gone too far, and I was desperate to escape it.

Just then, my mate Nathan rushed into the room, and the first thing he saw left him in utter shock. His father lay lifeless on the bed, drenched in his own blood.

His eyes met mine with the same horrified disbelief that the butler had shown earlier. Desperate, I shook my head and stammered, "I didn't do it... Nathan, I swear, I didn't do it." He looked away, staring at his father's body in stunned silence as I tried to plead with him, "Sir Nathan, please, you have to believe me. I didn't do it."

But it was as if my words bounced off a wall, having no effect on him in that grievous moment.

Then Sarah, my best friend and a fellow servant in the pack, hurried into the room. She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock as if they might burst from their sockets.

She looked at me, then at the Alpha's lifeless body, pointing as she stammered, "Lunaria... did you...?"

"I didn't kill him, Sarah, I swear I didn't," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and desperation as tears streamed down my face. "I woke up this morning and found myself here. I don't know what happened or what went wrong. One minute I was sleeping, and the next I was..."

"You are covered in his blood, Lunaria," Sarah interrupted, her voice cutting through my explanation, silencing me instantly.

"What do you mean you didn't kill him? Why would you go that far, Lunaria? Why?" She was crying now, and her accusation cut deeper than anything I could have imagined.