Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna’s Death (Evelyn & Declan)
I couldn’t quite name the feeling bubbling inside my chest. It was somewhere between pride and sorrow. Pride, because I was the one who once taught Peter everything he knew.
Sorrow, because that life, the courtroom, the scent of ink and old paper, the thrill of victory, was no longer mine.
A year ago, I’d been one of the best. A top lawyer. A name people spoke about with respect. Then came the scandal, the arrest for stealing trade secrets. Lies that clung to me like a curse.
Even now, I could still feel the cold bite of the silver cuffs they used when they took me in. The humiliation still burned. That mark… that stain on my name… I couldn’t erase it.
Standing here before my former “student” made the air thick with awkwardness. I straightened my back, forcing myself to lift my chin and extend a hand with a small, genuine smile. “Congratulations.”
Peter paused, his eyes flicking to my hand.
“Thank you so much!” he blurted, bowing deeply. When he cupped my fingertips with both hands, the gesture was so old-fashioned, so him, it made my chest tighten. For a second, I saw that timid intern again, fumbling with papers, tripping over words.
My nose stung, and I had to blink fast to keep the tears back. My wolf stirred quietly inside me, sensing the swirl of emotion but staying still.
“Luna Evelyn, I’m sorry-I couldn’t help overhearing,” Peter said, glancing at Richard and then back at me. “Are you having trouble finding a place to stay? I have an old house. It’s nothing like Alpha Richard’s mansion, but it’s decent. You can pay whatever you think is fair-if you don’t mind…”
His hopeful tone carried sincerity that tugged at me. But I didn’t miss the way he peeked nervously at Richard, like testing the air before speaking again.
Sure enough, Richard’s expression darkened, his soft features hardening into ice. He was reeking of jealousy. I could practically taste it in the air.
Peter, brave little man that he was, clenched his sweaty palms against his thighs and pretended not to notice. He kept his eyes on me, waiting patiently, refusing to flinch.
“Well…”, i said as I adjusted Lana in my arms, torn between pride and practicality. Before I could speak any further, Richard stepped closer, his presence brushing against mine like static. “Evelyn.”
That one word came out rough, weighted with something close to desperation.
“Okay,” I said finally, flashing Peter a grateful smile. “Thanks for the help.”
Peter’ face turned crimson. My lips twitched despite myself. Even after all this time, even after success, he was still that shy boy who blushed too easily.
“I’ll take you there right now!” he said eagerly, almost tripping over his own feet as he hurried back into the law firm to grab his things.
The moment he disappeared, Richard moved closer again, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. His touch was hot. My wolf growled low, the sound vibrating in my chest.
“Evelyn,” he said hoarsely. “Even if you hate me, your daughter is still little, she needs a decent life.”
My stomach twisted. He was using her my pup to guilt me.
My gentle expression vanished. Ice filled my veins. My wolf’s eyes flashed gold beneath my human gaze as I hissed, “Let go. You make me sick.”
Peter returned just in time, now dressed in a simple shirt and jeans. His arrival broke the tension like a crack of thunder.
“Sorry about this, Mr. Barnes,” he said quickly, stepping between us. “I need to get Luna Evelyn settled first.”
I yanked my hand free, forcing my breathing to steady. Turning to Peter, I gave a short nod. “Let’s go.”
Within minutes, he’d helped me load my suitcase into his car. I didn’t look back. Neither of us did.
I could feel Richard’s gaze burning into my back as we drove off. Even when the city swallowed him in the rearview mirror, that possessive energy clung to me like smoke. My wolf snarled softly, wanting to shake off his scent.
In the back seat, I held Lana close, her tiny heartbeat steady against mine. The tension slowly melted as Peter blushed his way through the quiet ride. His aura was shy, kind, and safe, a warmth I hadn’t felt in a while from the opposite gender.
Through the mirror, I saw his eyes flicker toward us. “Luna Evelyn, this child is…?”
I smiled faintly, brushing a finger along Lana’s soft cheek. “My daughter.”
His hands froze on the wheel. I caught the faintest whiff of surprise.
“You have a daughter?” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
Evelyn’s POV
I chuckled softly, missing whatever emotion hid behind his words. “Life is full of surprises.”
My voice drifted like a sigh in the still air.
The rest of the drive was quiet except for Lana’s soft breathing and my murmured lullabies. The sound seemed to calm not only her, but me, too.
When we finally stopped, the car turned into a narrow alley. At the end stood a small house with an open gate and a flicker of warmth in the windows.
“It’s an old place, Luna Evelyn” Peter said sheepishly as he pulled my luggage out. “Hope you don’t mind.”
I smiled, the weight in my chest easing just a little. “Mind? Lana and I should be thanking you for taking us in.”
Then I added, quietly, “And call me Evelyn. I’m not your mentor anymore. Not a luna in my opinion either. Just… me.”
I smiled, at least I thought I did, but I could tell from the way Peter looked at me that he saw right through it. The fragility beneath it. The ache I couldn’t quite hide.
My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the emotions I tried to bury.
“Alright, Evelyn,” Peter said quietly. The way he said my name was soft and careful. It held a shyness that made the corners of my lips lift just a little more.
My eyes crinkled with warmth, despite the exhaustion tugging at me. “Thank you, Peter.”
“There are plenty of empty rooms inside,” he said, tugging my suitcase toward the door. “Just pick whichever one you like.”
We reached the front door, and just as he was about to step inside, he stopped abruptly. Turning to me, his expression grew serious, his eyes bright with that same old earnestness I remembered from long ago.
“Evelyn, even if you never practice law again, you’ll always be the best lawyer I know, you will always be my hero.”
For a heartbeat, I just stared at him. My wolf’s ears perked, curious. Hero? That word sounded foreign now, like it belonged to someone else. Someone untainted by betrayal and prison walls.
Still, the sincerity in his voice was real. It warmed me deeply. I found myself chuckling softly. “The honor’s mine,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
When Peter left later that afternoon, returning to his office, briefcase in hand and cheeks still slightly pink, I finally exhaled.
That’s when I learned he hadn’t fully quit Harmsworth Group. He still went there, though rarely. “It was my first real job,” he’d said with a smile before leaving. “Some ties are harder to cut.”
I understood that better than anyone.
Once the house grew quiet, I finally had a moment to breathe. The air smelled faintly of pinewood and sunlight. It was clean and open. Lana had finished her bottle and was curled up in the crib beside me, her tiny chest rising and falling peacefully. My wolf purred softly, content now that our pup was safe.
I walked to the window and pushed it open. The golden light spilled in like honey, and a cool breeze brushed my face. For a house Peter had called “old,” it was surprisingly full of life. It had wide windows, soft furniture, and warmth that reminded me of a time before everything went wrong.
The room I’d chosen was near the bathroom, small but cozy. The bed wasn’t the stiff, thin mattress of the staff dorm I’d lived in before. It was soft, almost cloudlike.
I sat on its edge, resting my chin in my hand, and watched two little birds settle on a branch outside. They chirped softly, their beaks brushing. They were mates, maybe. My wolf’s heart gave a faint ache.
Then something in me changed. A memory tugged at my chest.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce papers, the ones I’d signed before prison. The paper felt rough against my fingertips. I didn’t want to wake Lana, so I slipped into the living room, the floor creaking under my bare feet.
Laying the document across the table, I stared at the bottom where my name, Evelyn Crawford, sat in faded ink. The sight blurred as my eyes burned. I didn’t even know why I’d kept them all this time. Maybe because it was proof that I had once belonged somewhere… to someone.
If I hadn’t run into Peter today, I’d probably be on the streets right now, my pup in my arms, with nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
I looked out the window again. The sky was deep red, streaked with clouds that looked like fire. For a moment, I imagined Lana and me walking beneath that same sky, lost and hungry, wandering with nowhere safe to sleep.
A shiver rippled through me. the image overlapping with my memory of that day at Crawford Group’s private hospital when my world had collapsed.
My wolf let out a low growl in my chest, a sound only I could hear. Never again, she vowed.
I laid a hand over my heart and whispered, “Never again.”
I lifted my eyes, determination burning in my chest, steady and unrelenting. I was going to find Declan and make him sign those divorce papers, no more delays, no more excuses.
No more pretending that something dead could ever come back to life.
Only by cutting all ties with him could I finally breathe again. I will live quietly, find a job, and build a life for Lana away from all the chaos, away from him.
After getting Peter’ permission, I fired up the printer. The hum of the machine filled the silence, and I started drafting a new divorce agreement. My wolf stirred faintly within me, restless but approving. Freedom, that’s what she craved too.
When I signed my name, each stroke of my pen felt final. Each letter bled with resolve, like carving my decision into stone.
This time, I wasn’t that fragile woman from a year ago.
Back then, it was a rainy night just like this one. I had sat alone in Crawford Villa, watching droplets race down the window as the world blurred into darkness. My heart had still loved Declan then, pathetically and hopelessly. My wolf had whimpered for her mate, even as I drowned in silence.
But now? That bond felt like a faint scar, no longer bleeding, just a reminder.
I traced my fingers across the bold “DIVORCE” printed at the top of the paper. My eyes were cold and empty, only softening when I glanced toward the bedroom where Lana slept. I could sense her gentle breathing through the walls, her scent calming my wolf instantly.
My heart wasn’t dead, it had simply woken up to the truth.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Evelyn!” Peter’s familiar voice called.
I set the papers back on the table and went to answer.
