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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Matthias Crowe
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Once His Mate, Now His Regret Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Matthias Crowe
Aurielle left first.I didn’t even realize it at first—too lost in thought, too busy trying not to look in her direction. But then her chair was empty. A ghost of her perfume still lingered faintly in the air like the aftertaste of something sweet I hadn’t earned the right to have. When she'd spotted me, I stared her down, then forced myself to look away. I didn’t know the next time I looked up, she would be gone. She just left. I watched her pretty smile diminish at the sight of me, like I was the dark cloud over her otherwise sunny day.Cassiel followed a few minutes later. He didn’t say anything to anyone. Just stood, glanced across the room, and left. But not before looking at me.It wasn’t a glare, and it wasn’t smugness, either. His face was unreadable—blank in the kind of way that made me feel like I wasn’t even worth the expression. That was what pissed me off: that silent dismissal, that calm assurance that he had no respect for me, that he could tell I was feeling bitter.
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I was still bristling when I left the restaurant—my body thrumming with tightly coiled rage, like lightning without a storm. Every muscle in me was wired with the residual venom from Nerissa’s words, from the slap I delivered, from the weight of everything she’d tried to dig up and twist inside me.Then I bumped into Cassiel.He was standing near the hallway just outside the restrooms, leaning casually against the wall like he had all the time in the world. But the moment he saw my face, something shifted in his posture. His eyes narrowed, focused—not with judgment, but concern. A quiet alertness.Without asking a single question, he reached for my hand and said gently, “Let’s get out of here. I’ve got another plan for our date.”I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him we could just go back to the table and finish dessert, maybe order another round of drinks. But then I saw the warmth in his gaze—steady, reassuring, safe—and the words fell apart on my tongue. He wasn’t suggesting th
Once His Mate, Now His Regret Chapter One Hundred and Nine: Aurielle DuVall
I stepped into the bathroom, heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. It was pristine. Elegant. The soft hum of ambient music filtered faintly through the walls, and the scent—sweet, floral, something like jasmine and lily—hung in the air like perfume on silk.Not a single stall door was ajar. No scuff marks on the floor. No sign that anyone had used the space before me. It felt more like a private lounge than a restroom, and for a second, I let myself breathe in the stillness.I turned on the tap and watched the cold water run in steady ribbons down the gold-lined sink. I considered splashing some on my face, maybe to shock myself back into control—but I couldn’t risk ruining my makeup. Not after tonight. Not after how beautiful I felt for the first time in what felt like forever.So I didn’t touch the water.Instead, I leaned against the counter and stared at my reflection.My hair was still in place. My lipstick hadn’t smudged. My eyes sparkled—maybe from the dance,
Once His Mate, Now His Regret Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Aurielle DuVall
After hours of sitting on the beach in peaceful silence, bathed in sunlight and warm ocean breeze, Cassiel and I returned to the hotel. He got a room next to mine—not too close, not too far—and we went our separate ways to change.I wasn’t sure what to expect when he first invited me out tonight. Something formal? Something awkward? Something I might regret?But here I was, halfway through a meal that could rival any of the finest I've ever tasted, laughing without restraint, smiling like my face had forgotten how to frown.The food was incredible—rich flavors and delicate spices that made every bite feel like a celebration. But as good as the food was, the company was better. He was better. I didn’t think I’d ever feel this light again. This... free.Cassiel made it easy to forget everything else. The past. The pain. The expectations. Sitting across from him, dressed in red and feeling like my heart had been lit from within, I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt. Every second of this
Once His Mate, Now His Regret Chapter One Hundred and Seven: Matthias Crowe
I tried—I really, really tried—to enjoy my evening.I focused on the food first. Every bite was artfully plated and full of rich, carefully crafted flavors. I forced myself to taste it and to nod and hum in appreciation whenever Nerissa commented on the spices or asked me to try something off her plate. It was easy for the first few minutes. I distracted myself with delicious food and Nerissa, trying to admire how pretty she is. Trying to remind my wolf that we were not defined by our instincts, by our mating bonds, we’re not controlled by any of it. Still, it didn’t work. I drank from my cup. Then I focused on the sound. The band played a soft, almost haunting rendition of an old love song I used to adore. The melody drifted through the restaurant like smoke, curling around every candle flame and whispered conversation. The dancers moved like water, fluid and elegant, dressed in silks that shimmered under golden lighting.And through it all, Nerissa talked about her day. About the
Once His Mate, Now His Regret Chapter One Hundred and Six: Matthias Crowe
The rest of my day passed in a haze, as if the world had decided to move without me. Nothing significant happened—no sudden clarity, no breakthroughs. Just an overwhelming quiet that left me with nothing but my own thoughts.Nerissa had asked for space after she left the pack, told me she needed time to ‘process her humiliation.’ I gave it to her. Not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t have the mental strength to argue. I sat there questioning everything once again—who I was, who I used to be, who I thought I loved- it had become my favorite thing to do.I’m not in love with Nerissa anymore. That much I know. But knowing doesn’t always make things easier. What makes it worse is realizing just how many people around me had seen things I was too blind to notice. My parents, for one. The looks they gave her—icy, disappointed, wary. They saw something in her I didn’t. A version of Nerissa I had refused to believe existed.But my grandmother… she always liked Nerissa. Always. She sa
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