All Chapters of His Luna’s Rejection, Her Alpha’s Mistake: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Xavier's eyes fluttered open, and the beeping of machines surrounding him greeted him. He tried to remember what had happened, but his memories were hazy and fragmented. As he slowly sat up, a nurse rushed over to him, concern on her face."Whoa, easy does it, Alpha Xavier! You need to stay calm and rest," she said, helping him back onto the pillow. "You've been out of it for a while, and we're still trying to get you fully recovered. Unfortunately, you're not healing as quickly as expected, Alpha."Xavier's gaze scanned the room, trying to take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room with white walls, beeping machines, and sterile white sheets. He could see the faint outlines of tubes and wires attached to his body, and a faint smell of antiseptic filled his nostrils.As he looked around, a face flashed into his mind - Della's face. He remembered their argument, how she stormed out of the room, and then... nothing. He tried to remember what happened next, but it was all blurry

Della's eyes widened in horror as she felt a warm liquid seep down her legs. She looked down to see that her water had broken. Her baby was coming, and she was alone, surrounded by the people who had helped destroy her life. "No...no...no..." she whispered, her mind reeling with panic. "Della, please, listen to us!" Sage begged, her voice hoarse from shouting. "We didn't mean to hurt you. We just wanted to make things right between you and Alpha Xavier." Della's eyes locked onto Sage's, her gaze cold and hard. "You want to make things right? Do you want to make me forget what you did? Forget how you betrayed me and my mate's bond with your stupid magic.”! Sage took a step forward, her hands outstretched. "Della, please, don't be like this. We can work through this. We can make it right." But Della was beyond reason. Her body was wracked with contractions, her mind racing with the pain and betrayal she felt. "Get away from me," she spat, her voice venomous.

Xavier's eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Thompson revealed the shocking truth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lycan Davison was the father of Della's new boyfriend. Della’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing the statement from Mrs Thompson. Xavier felt a wave of bitterness. Why had Della never told him? Why had she kept this secret from him? "You're lying," Xavier bellowed. "Della would never keep something like this from me." Mrs. Thompson smiled sweetly. "Oh, but she didn't know his true identity until now. And now you know why Michael is so determined to keep you away. Your entire pack is a disgrace. Do you think the council and the Lycan himself will be pleased to hear of your affairs and getting your pack to chase and frighten a pregnant female?” Michael stepped forward, his eyes flashing with warning. "You are not wanted here, nor are your little minions.” Micheal spat in disgust as he glared at Ethan, Sage and Martha. “Go back to

Xavier felt sick to the pit of his stomach as he walked back through the doors of his pack; he noticed how everyone moved out of his way and avoided eye contact with him. He realised that Ethan, Sage or Martha must have warned them all not to piss off the Alpha. He didn’t care about them as long as they left him alone. Xavier could not believe the nerve of Della rejecting him and moving on with a clown-like Micheal. He could not stand back and allow another man to steal his child as well. His thoughts suddenly wandered back to Anna and the child they had had. He sat down on the edge of his unmade bed and sighed loudly. He wondered if he should go and visit the child and see for himself if it were his. Xavier didn’t care about seeing Anna; she was not worth his time, and he would never make her his Luna. He had to think about the pack's future now, and without Della by his side, it wouldn’t be an easy ride for him. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take over,

Micheal's question hung in the air, filled with uncertainty and longing. Mrs. Thompson's expression softened, and she gently stroked his arm. "Oh, dear boy, you deserve to be happy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "If you want to make amends with your father, I think it's worth a try. But you must do it for yourself, not anyone else's approval." "I think it's worth a try," Micheal said. "I've carried this weight around for so long. Maybe I can find a way to resolve things with my father and have a life with Della.” Mrs. Thompson smiled, her eyes shining with encouragement. "I think you can, dear boy. You're a strong and capable individual. Just remember to be true to yourself and communicate openly with both your father and Della." Della nodded a small smile on her face. "Okay," she said. "First thing tomorrow, we will leave to go see your father. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted. So much has happened, and all I want to do is sleep. The baby will be awake for a