Filed to story: Alpha’s Regret After His Pregnant Luna’s Death (Evelyn & Declan)
When my fingers brushed the cold metal of the door handle, I hesitated for the briefest moment.
Then, with a slow push, the door creaked open, a soft sound that seemed louder in the stillness of the house.
My gaze flicked instinctively to the window, where moonlight spilled in, the pale glow casting long shadows across the room. Earlier, when I’d been watching from the car, her silhouette inside had caught my attention.
The outline of her, small and fragile, against the darkness. My chest had tightened then, heat surging in me, restless and stifling.
Then, a few moments later, I saw a different silhouette. It was that of a man, obviously Peter.
Why was he in here?
The question rattled through me like a sudden storm, my mind spinning. What’s he done to her?
I couldn’t quite name the anger, the jealousy spreading through me.
I stood at the foot of her bed, the weight of the moment settling in. I didn’t look at her face immediately.
My eyes landed on the divorce papers resting on the bedside table. Could this possibly be what Peter came to keep?
The question tore through my mind, but it barely made a dent in the wave of emotions crashing over me. My gaze shifted, slowly and cautiously, until it finally landed on her face.
I hadn’t seen her in so long, and the moonlight blurred her features, casting everything in an ethereal glow. But something about her face caught my attention immediately. There was a shadow, marring the smoothness of her cheek.
No.
My breath hitched, a shock rippling through me like a sudden, cold wave. I couldn’t process what I was seeing. How had this happened? A scar, right there, marring her once-perfect skin.
I remembered her before she went to jail. She was a beautiful woman, full of life and light. How could something like this happen to her? What the hell happened to you, Evelyn?
The anger I’d been holding onto, the fury that had been simmering inside me, just… vanished. In its place was something raw I couldn’t even name. My heart clenched, as if someone was slowly squeezing the breath out of me. I didn’t even realize my fingers had started to tremble, hovering above the scar, hesitant but drawn to it like a magnet.
I didn’t want to touch it, didn’t want to feel the evidence of whatever had caused this damage. But my hand betrayed me, slowly lowering until my fingertips brushed the rough skin. It was real. The texture was undeniable.
What have you been through, Evelyn?
A wave of helplessness hit me hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from tracing the scar with my fingers, my eyes softening as I studied her face. My mind scrambled for an explanation, for something, anything that could make sense of this. But it wasn’t just the scar that caught me, it was the way she looked now, the way she felt different.
I didn’t realize how long I had been standing there until my gaze shifted, and I froze, my body going stiff.
There was a baby.
She was holding a baby.
My breath caught in my throat. The child looked to be about seven to eight months old, her smooth face was soft and peaceful in her sleep. I didn’t even have to see her clearly to know. She was a perfect reflection of innocence, unmarred by the world. But that wasn’t what stopped me dead in my tracks.
The baby’s face, the baby’s face was so familiar.
It was like staring into a mirror of my own childhood. A near-perfect replica of me, just… smaller.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. Everything in me locked up.
Could this be my child?
Declan’s POV
My mind raced as I tried to piece everything together. The timeline, the child.
When? How could this have happened? My eyes flicked from the baby’s peaceful face to Evelyn’s, and I couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts that slammed into me like a tidal wave.
This child… when was she conceived? I went down memory lane, we had been intimate together just once, the night before she went to jail.
Could that be when this happened?
I struggled to rein in my emotions. My wolf was pacing restlessly within me. I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in shallow, labored gasps as I fought to keep myself together. No, focus, I told myself, but it was like trying to hold back a tidal wave with my bare hands. The emotions were raw and jagged, too much to contain.
Then, the baby moved.
Evelyn’s peaceful expression faltered. The calm on her face, shattered as her brow furrowed. It was the slightest change, a frown forming like something dark was haunting her in a dream. I immediately held my breath, every fiber of my being on edge, watching her, waiting for whatever came next.
But then, without warning, those wide, curious eyes locked with mine. The baby’s
She was awake, staring at me.
She wasn’t crying, wasn’t fussing. She was simply watching me with silent wonder. Those eyes, they weren’t filled with fear. No, they were filled with Interest and curiosity.
My heart clenched. The world seemed to slow as I watched her, my body frozen. Her gaze held me captive, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to think, what to feel. Everything inside me twisted.
The baby started squirming restlessly in Evelyn’s arms, and her movement was enough to stir her mother from her sleep. That was when I took flight.
But not without grabbing the divorce papers.
I didn’t know how I got back to the car, but I did.
Collins glanced at me, his eyes flickering to my stormy expression, and I saw the concern in his gaze. “Alpha Declan, did you see Luna Evelyn? She… refused to come back with us?” His words were hesitant, uncertain, but I didn’t answer right away.
I didn’t even bother to look back at the empty street, the quiet neighborhood around us.
“Any houses for rent nearby?” I asked abruptly, my voice cold and distant.
Collins blinked in surprise but quickly regained his composure. “This neighborhood’s a bit run-down, mostly rented out to students and interns,” he replied.
“Find one,” I said, my tone sharper now. “Make sure it has a view of this place.”
The command came naturally, like everything else did in this twisted game. My lips pressed into a thin line, my gaze hollow as I stared out into the dark night, lost in thought.
Collins didn’t ask any questions. He never did. He just nodded. “Understood.”
I didn’t speak again as he started the car, my fingers rubbing at my temples in exhaustion. My body felt like a statue, locked in place, a mix of fury and confusion churning inside me.
“Let’s go,” I muttered, my voice low and tight.
The engine roared to life, and we drove off into the night, the weight of what I had just learned hanging heavily in the air between us.
Evelyn’s POV
Lana became restless, fussing and squirming in my arms, causing me to wake up. She was hungry.
I fed her and she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, depriving me of sleep too.
When morning finally broke, sunlight poured in through the window, warm and golden, but it felt too bright. I squinted against the light as it cut through the haze of exhaustion. A knock at the door startled me from my dazed thoughts.
I rubbed my eyes, yawning, the sound thick and ungraceful. I shuffled over to the door, pulling it open.
There stood Peter Clinton, standing in the doorway with his usual bright, easy smile. I couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his energy and mine. The world felt heavy, but his eyes were twinkling with some kind of light. I blinked at him, trying to clear the sleep from my head.
“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, his voice warm, almost too chipper for how I was feeling.
I yawned again, then quickly covered my mouth, a little embarrassed by the sound. “You look like you’re in a great mood,” I said, still trying to shake off the grogginess.
Peter tilted his head, a hint of confusion in his expression. His eyes swept over the room behind me, and I noticed the brief flicker of something strange in his gaze.
“Evelyn… you didn’t notice anything unusual?” he asked carefully, almost too cautiously.
I blinked, confused. “Like what?”
Peter froze for a second, his eyes darting around the room, the smile slipping from his face for just a moment.
I felt my heart race, the shift in his demeanor pulling at me. What’s going on with him?
“I placed the papers there last night,” he muttered, his voice barely audible, like he was speaking more to himself than to me. “Did they fall?”
He went past me into the room, searching the corners of the table for something. His odd reaction caught my attention.
“What’s going on, Peter?” I asked, my voice low and curious, my wolf senses pricking. Something wasn’t right.
Evelyn’s POV
“No, nothing,” Peter said quickly, waving it off. His tone was casual again, but there was an edge to it. “Come on, breakfast is ready. Let’s eat.”
I nodded slowly, but the unease didn’t leave me. As he turned to go toward the kitchen, I felt the weight of something unfamiliar pressing against me, like the silence between us had grown heavier.
I shifted Lana in my arms, her chubby hands waving in the air as she babbled, her big eyes watching Peter. She seemed to be in a better mood now, her little face lighting up with a smile.
“She’s probably starving”, Peter said with a smile.
“I’ll get her bottle ready,” I said, my voice soft as I stroked Lana’s cheek. “and freshen up too, before the food gets cold.”
It wasn’t long before I emerged from the bedroom, a change of clothes making me feel slightly more human. I sat at the dining table, Lana in my arms, and I stared at the spread in front of us. There were golden fried eggs, fluffy pancakes, fresh bread, and a pitcher of milk.
It was… lavish. Far too much for just the two of us. I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Peter, we’re only two people. Why’d you go all out like this?”
