Alphas regret: Magnificent Return of the Rejected Luna

I hesitated. The idea was tempting, especially given how close I'd come to death, but the reality of my situation weighed heavily on me. "Branwen," I said slowly, "I can't. Not right now. I'm still Silas's Luna. If I allow you to tag me, it'll risk exposing everything.

People will question our relationship, and I'll be labeled as immoral. It'll ruin everything we've

worked for."

Branwen's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "I understand," he said quietly. "I just hate seeing you in danger. But you're right. We'll wait."

I gave him a small, grateful smile. "Thank you for understanding."

Branwen leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine.

"You won't have to stay Silas's Luna for much longer," he said, his tone carrying a note of

determination.

"While you were in the coma, I've been working.

The spies we planted in Silas's pack have provided crucial information.

We've made great progress, Rowena. You're closer than ever to replacing Silas as the Alpha of Snowtooth Pack."

His words sent a surge of hope through me. "Really?"

Branwen nodded. "At your command, we can act. The pack is already divided.

Many of them are loyal to you, and once we make our move, Silas won't stand a chance."

For a moment, I was speechless. The idea of finally achieving my revenge, of taking everything from Silas, felt almost surreal.

But I couldn't ignore the lingering guilt in my heart. Silas wasn't just an enemy; he was also a man I had once loved.

"I'll think about it," I said finally, my voice steady.

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"Take your time," Branwen said gently. "But remember, I'm with you every step of the way."

As I lay back against the pillows, exhaustion beginning to creep in again, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for Branwen.

He was more than just my ally or my mate; he was my anchor, the one person I could truly rely on.

"Branwen," I said softly, my eyes growing heavy, "thank you."

He smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Rest now," he said. "You've been

through enough."

As sleep claimed me once again, I felt a newfound sense of peace.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't alone. And with Branwen by my side, I knew I had the strength to face whatever came next.

I lay on the hospital bed, staring at the soft sunlight that filtered through the window.

It was quiet and peaceful in the room, but my heart was far from calm. My mind kept drifting to thoughts of Joanne and Joy.

How were they coping with everything? How had they taken the news of my coma? I wondered if they were scared or worried, or if they were holding up okay without me by their side.

As if on cue, Branwen's phone buzzed. He glanced at it and then looked up at me with a soft smile.

"It's from Joanne and Joy," he said. "They've been worried sick about you since they heard you were hurt. They want to see you."

Hearing their names made my heart ache. I missed them more than words could say.

The past few weeks had been a blur of chaos and difficult decisions, leaving me with almost no time for my daughters.

Guilt started to creep in, reminding me that I hadn't been there for them as much as I should have.

But that feeling of guilt didn't last long, because the stronger emotion was the deep longing to hold them close, to feel their little arms around me again.

"I want to see them too," I said quietly, my voice filled with emotion. "It's been too long."

Branwen nodded, already standing. "I'll go get them. You need to rest until then."

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alked over to ane and gently placed his hand on my forehead, almost like he was checking if I

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Dorrt amove around too much, okay?" he said softly. "I'll be back soon." His voice was calm and caring, as if he was anaking sure I was alright before leaving

I added, smiling faintly. "Thank you, Branwen."

the gave me a gentle, reassuring look before turning to leave.

The door closed softly behind him with a quiet click, and for a moment, the silence in the room felt peaceful

flet out a stall sigh, thinking I could finally relax.

But that calm didn't last long. The quiet started to feel strange, almost too heavy, and an uneasy feeling crept into my chest

Something didn't feel right, though I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

I tried to ignore it, telling myself it was probably just my nerves playing tricks on me.

After everything that had happened, it made sense to feel on edge.

Mew moments later, the door opened again.