The Alpha’s Regret and the Luna’s Departure

Alaric’s personal omega was pregnant.

On the night of our ninth mating anniversary banquet, surrounded by the strongest Alphas in the territory, he brought her home like she already belonged beside him.

Then, in front of the entire pack, he gave me orders as casually as if I were a servant beneath his rank.

“She’s sensitive with food. Make sure her meals aren’t repetitive.”

“She can’t sleep alone during her heat. Move your things to the guest room.”

I didn’t argue.

I had packed my bags earlier that day.