Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mates: Regrets and Redemption: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

*SIANNA’S POV* Vance slept in bed late with me this morning. The rain from yesterday kept us both at home for the entire day. He stayed to pamper me because I had fainted at the hospital. You know, the whole Hailey passing away ordeal. Lying in bed with the pit patter of the raindrops had me in a deep slumber in no time. I had no idea when he fell asleep. I observed his handsome face as he slept. I trailed my index fingers along his hairless chest and incredible abs, not being able to resist. He flinched as we both enjoyed the sparks. He wasn't sleeping but kept his eyes closed. Not only that, but he could be thinking about the on-goings of the pack lately, and the person who was trying to hurt me. I could not detect anyone who would hate me that much. I lived amiably with everyone and didn't intrude into people's personal space. So I could only think that I was in danger because I had become the High Luna. Perhaps this was linked to the other attacks on our warriors. I was worrie

*VANCE'S POV* Picking up my pace, I ran towards the western border. Keenly on guard of my surroundings as I sprinted through the forest. Arriving at the area, I slowed down and moved cautiously because I heard a faint rustling in the distance. The rustling became more audible when I walked closer to a few trees. I halted when the sounds stopped. The gusting scent of blood entered my nostrils. As the images came into view, a small brown wolf laid on its belly, wounded in the ribs and with a bite mark on her leg. Next to it, laid one of my female warriors on her back with her intestines ripped out, visibly dead. By instinct, I scanned my vicinity for possible attackers. The wounded one whimpered and shifted into her human form, naked. With urgency, I darted to her side. "Alpha," her voice pleading to be saved and her emotions flowed out to me clearly. Her lips were trembling, she was terrified, sad, and agonizing. Her wound needed closing, the blood was streaming out rapidly. I mor

-VANCE’S POV* On my mind was Sianna’s safety. My mate and my child. I had to be strong for them, and pull through. This was a consequence of my foolish mistake, for which I accepted full responsibility. Whether I was soaring high or low, I would get through this. By now, Blayne should be on his way. I had to hold out a few minutes more. Endure this torment until they got here. My chest was heavy and I felt like a burden of hell’s fire was on me. My eyes burned with a sandy feeling to them. The pulsation of my heart was all the way in my throat, and that disgusting rustic taste is back in my mouth. Flashes of Chole and our past fuck session came into my head. I feel her need for me, it’s pulling me and I bite my lip so hard that it cuts and bleeds. The fucking images won’t stop the slide show in my head. Her chants were flogging my mind with desire for her. No, I don’t want this. The formidable battle prolonged as I gave it all that I’ve got. ‘Use our mind manipulations to counter

*****TRIGGER WARNING****** If you have ever lost a baby, you might want to skip this chapter.***** *SIANNA’S POV* When my eyes opened, I was in a void with only water and the blue and white sky surrounding me. My feet were covered in the endless lake up to my ankle. The atmosphere was serene with the circulation of good spiritual energy. Before me were a hundred mirrors hanging in the air, showcasing people interacting around each other and just being themselves. When I gazed at one, in particular, an elderly cream-skinned woman with silver hair smiled back at me. Almost as though she could see me standing there. "Follow me," she said. I looked behind me to see if anyone else was there, and then back at her. Still, she beckoned me to come inside the mirror. I raised my right hand and with my index finger pointed to my chest. Me? She nodded. Holy crap! She could actually see me. Curiosity got the better of me so I moved toward the mirror. A sequence of little waves appeared on the

*SIANNA’S POV* The funeral was arranged within two days. Mom and Rionna stayed at my house to help me through everything. They made the arrangements and could only accommodate three hundred people at the interment. Pack members sent their condolences and the living room was filled with flowers and gift cards from sympathetic greeters. It was difficult coping with the sadness in my heart but speaking to our mothers kept me from dwelling on the worst that had already passed. The pain lodged in my heart and it felt like it was permanent. The pack was mourning too and the atmosphere was dull and cloudy. Many of them howled dolefully on the day that they felt their future leader’s death. This day was not one that I could be fully prepared for. Dad with his motivational speech encouraged me to be strong and take it a minute at a time. I was distressed. Making sure that my make-up concealed my puffy eyes, I added enough make-up to hide how dreadful my appearance had altered from overwhe