All Chapters of Luna's Regret: With Child For The Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Catherine pov. After I made a deliberate effort to calm myself, I realized I had transcended my own physical being, inhabiting a foreign vessel. I glanced back at the man who had observed me, and suddenly, it all became clear why they referred to me as Lora. In an attempt to dispel any lingering doubts or illusions, I cautiously rose to my feet and took a step forward, only to find myself on the brink of stumbling once again, saved from the fall by the man's intervention. I lifted my gaze, meeting his eyes, and the depth of his sorrow upon witnessing my condition struck me profoundly. "Please, Lora, allow me to escort you to the castle. Your father must be worried," he implored. I nodded, my mind filled with a desperate need to comprehend the inexplicable nature of this situation. As we embarked on our journey, I turned to face him, gathering the courage to inquire further. "What has transpired, and why have I been subjected to this?" It is important to note that I was not referr

Catherine pov. "Mora," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I gazed upon her enchanting presence. Her countenance appeared bewildered, her eyes locked with mine, searching for familiarity. "I don't believe we have crossed paths, Princess Lora," she uttered with a touch of uncertainty, causing a surge of realization within me. I was no longer Catherine, but rather Lora. Summoning a gentle smile, I approached her gracefully, my heart brimming with intrigue. "Pardon my lapse in etiquette; you bear a striking resemblance to my dear friend, Mora," I confessed, my words laced with sincerity. A smile graced her lips as well, and she replied, "Princess, my name is also Mora." I maintained a façade of ignorance, my gaze fixated upon her, concealing the astonishment that threatened to spill forth. "No way," I exclaimed, my voice tinged with emphasis, struggling to contain the swirl of emotions engulfing me. "That is indeed me, Princess," she affirmed, her tone carrying a trace of am

Catherine pov. After the Alpha had agreed to my request, I sent for Phillips, who appeared visibly perplexed and at a loss for words. "Go and pack up. We are both going to the Black Moon Pack," I instructed. As I moved about my room, carefully gathering a few essential items into a compact backpack, a look of confusion spread across Phillips' face. "Lora, what are you doing?" he asked, unable to comprehend the urgency behind my actions. I explained, "I spoke with my father, and he granted permission for me to visit the Black Moon Pack for two days before returning." Once I finished packing, I stood before Phillips and noticed him frozen, his gaze fixed upon me. "Are you coming or not?" I questioned. With no other options, he chose to accompany me as we made our way through the castle, embarking on a journey by foot towards the Black Moon Pack. Suddenly, he halted, turning to face me. "You know it's a long journey, Lora. Why don't we transform into our wolves? It will help us r

Catherine pov. I stared at them, my eyes fixated on their faces, searching for the right words that eluded me. The reason I found myself in this place, at this moment, was a simple one—I came here to see my son. With a concerted effort, I turned my body towards them, molding a smile upon my lips, attempting to conceal the turbulence within. Thoughts raced through my mind, desperately seeking the perfect utterance. Just as Lux, my son, was about to break the silence, I seized the opportunity and interjected. "I heard the tragic news of your wife's passing, and I came here seeking answers, yearning to understand the circumstances of her untimely demise." The weight of my words hung heavily in the air, prompting an eerie stillness to settle upon us. Had I overstepped, delving too deeply into the painful realm of death? "I... I..." I stumbled, my intention to retract my statement, abruptly interrupted by Lux's voice. "It's alright," he reassured me. "Why don't we proceed to have dinne

Philip pov. I observed Lora's intense desire to be closer to that child, her longing palpable in the way her eyes yearned for connection. I knew she had informed the Alpha that she intended to discuss his wife's tragic demise, but the Lora I had come to know was never preoccupied with avoiding discussions about the deceased. Perplexed by Lora's peculiar behavior, I paced around my room, searching for answers within the confines of my thoughts. Why was she acting so strangely? What could possibly be causing this shift in her demeanor? Finally, I settled on my bed, casting my gaze across the room. While it wasn't as spacious as the room I had in the Shadowmoon pack, it still offered a sense of comfort and familiarity that I found somewhat reassuring. The ambiance felt strangely avoidable, as if it provided a sanctuary within these unfamiliar surroundings. Just as I contemplated venturing out to uncover the truth, an interruption shattered the silence. The sound of a door opening echo