Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 137

Alexander’s POV

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“Everything has been arranged, Alpha,” Ethan turned back to tell me. “The private pavilion at Moonlight Ridge has been booked under the alias you requested. Security will maintain discreet positions nearby, and the chef has prepared the menu exactly as you specified.”

I nodded slightly, trying not to let my anticipation show too plainly. Tonight wasn’t just a romantic dinner -it was the night I planned to ask Summer to become my Luna officially, to bind our lives together before the entire pack.

After Ethan left, I retrieved the small velvet box from my desk drawer, opening it to admire the ring once more. The platinum band gleamed in the light, featuring a stunning oval moonstone at its center, surrounded by a circle of diamonds that caught the light like stars. The inner band was etched with ancient wolf runes signifying eternal mating bonds.

My mind drifted back to three weeks ago when I’d visited Anton, the pack’s master jeweler, to commission this piece…

“Alpha Blackwood,” Anton had greeted me with a respectful bow as I entered his workshop. The elderly werewolf had been crafting ceremonial jewelry for our pack for over fifty years.

“I need something special,” I’d told him. “A Luna’s ring worthy of the strongest she–wolf I’ve ever known.”

Anton’s eyes had lit up. The entire pack knew how deeply I loved Summer, how she’d overcome unimaginable pain at Foster’s hands to become a beacon of strength for our community.

“Not diamonds alone,” I’d continued. “Summer isn’t just beautiful–she’s resilient. She carries both storm and moonlight within her.”

The old craftsman had nodded thoughtfully, pulling out a tray of precious stones. “Moonstone,” he’d suggested, selecting a particularly luminous oval specimen. “It represents new beginnings and inner strength. The ancient packs believed it carried the power of the moon itself–the source of our

transformation.”

The final result exceeded my expectations. The ring was elegant yet powerful–just like Summer herself.

I tucked the box safely into my jacket pocket and glanced at my watch. Time to head to Moonlight Ridge

and ensure everything was perfect before Summer arrived.

The restaurant was perched on the cliffside overlooking the city lights and distant mountains. I’d chosen it not just for the breathtaking view, but because the owner was a trusted ally from a neighboring pack who understood the importance of privacy.

“Welcome, Alpha Blackwood,” Marcus greeted me at the private entrance. “We’ve prepared everything according to your specifications.”

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I followed him through to the exclusive dining room. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, and floor–to–ceiling windows framed the spectacular twilight view. Rose petals were scattered across the white tablecloth, and candles created the perfect intimate atmosphere.

“The champagne is chilling,” Marcus said, gesturing to the vintage bottle. “And the chef will begin preparing the first course when you give the signal.”

“Perfect,” I replied, inspecting every detail with an Alpha’s precision. Nothing less than perfection would do for tonight.

After confirming the room met my standards, I stepped onto the private balcony and pulled out my phone to call Lyra, who had been tasked with keeping Summer distracted all day.

“How’s everything going?” I asked when my sister answered.

Summer’s POV

The pack house buzzed with activity as preparations for our ceremony next month continued. I smiled, watching two young gamma wolves carefully carrying ceremonial candles across the main hall, their

expressions serious with the weight of their responsibility.

“Those go in the east alcove,” I directed gently, feeling a rush of warmth at how enthusiastically the pack

had embraced our upcoming union.

Though Alexander and I were already mated in the eyes of our pack, the formal ceremony would cement my position as Luna before the entire pack and neighboring allies. It was tradition–one I was growing increasingly excited about as the date approached.

“Luna Summer,” a young she–wolf named Sarah approached with a tablet in hand. “The florist sent over the final arrangements for approval.”

I smiled at her use of the title. Though I wasn’t officially Luna yet, most pack members had already begun addressing me as such—a sign of their acceptance that touched me deeply.

“Thank you, Sarah,” I replied, scrolling through the images of elegant white roses and moonflowers.” These look perfect.”

After approving the flowers, I retreated to my office to review the quarterly reports for Felix’s Foundation. The charity had grown exponentially since its launch, now providing medical assistance and education to disadvantaged werewolf children across three states. Seeing my son’s legacy flourish brought healing I never thought possible.

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