Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Reclaiming His Gifted Luna: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"What do you think, my lovely?" the prince asks. "I shall announce our engagement in front of everyone who matters in this pack and many others." He squeezes my hands tighter, bringing them more firmly against his chest. "And before the King, I will claim you as my mate.""That sounds…" Horrifying. "Wonderful," I say, forcing a smile onto my face. I look up into his eyes because I must. I must. "I can't wait.""Neither can I," he replies, the joy evident on his face. I hate the thought of breaking his heart, but this life he wants, this vision he has…It's not the life I want for me and mine. My baby would never be safe among the Lycans. I know that with my entire heart. His people will kill my pup before it can even take its first breath.And the prince will let them.He gives me one last rapturous look, then lets go of my hands. "You'll need a proper wardrobe to attend the royal banquet. I'll have the best seamstress in the city come to your quarters. I want you dressed in the heigh

"Werewolf!" another guard calls, and the four who surround me move in closer.I look around, my head swiveling this way and that, but I already know there's no escape. I'm in the middle of a border checkpoint, surrounded by guards, not to mention all the Lycans who are just there on routine business. Every single one of them stopped what they were doing at the first cry of "Werewolf."If I make any sudden moves, I'm going to be attacked. And though I may survive the assault – and only because they'll want to question me – my child might not. I have to project calm. I have to stay still, even as my nerves jitter and jangle.Obedient. That is what I must be. For the sake of my baby.I hold up my trembling hands, a universal gesture of surrender."Come with us," says the guard who commanded me out of the truck."Where are we going?" I ask, but they ignore me.The squat, concrete building they manhandle me into fills me with fear, and when the door slams shut behind me, it feels like a de

Try as I might to put on a brave face, I cannot fully suppress my fear and apprehension. The prince's words seem mild, and the question wasn't asked in anger, but there has to be a catch, something underneath all his courtly manners, just waiting to attack."Don’t look at me like that," he says, and for the life of me, I swear he sounds…sad. Disappointed. "I brought you home with me because you were hurt. Banished. We both know you would not have survived on your own.""You don't know that," I say, chafing at the insult.He laughs freely, but not meanly. "Aurora, what do you think would have happened to you if I had not arrived at the guard house to take you away?"I have no answer for that because we both know that answer."As I was saying," he goes on good-naturedly. I realize that he's teasing me. It's sweet in an odd sort of way. "I took you home because you needed my aid."His face goes softer – and a little sadder. "And of course, because you're my mate, I want to bond with yo

I bring the picture close to my face. The girl within the frame smiles back at me. She has the same hair and eye color as me, but that's where the similarities end. Her clothing is different than anything I can ever recall wearing, her hairstyle much more intricate, and when this photo was taken, she had to be at least twenty or more years younger than I am now."I have no memory of this," I say, my frustration growing. I glare at the image, straining my brain, willing the memory to come back to me."Aurora," Mykal says, and his amused voice shatters the void I'd fallen into. When he sees he has my attention, he smiles wider. "Your eyes are going to drill holes into that photo if you stare at it any harder.""I don't know if this is me," I tell him somewhat desperately. "I have no recollection of ever coming to Lycan territory. For the past twenty-some years, I've thought of myself as a pureblood Werewolf. There was no reason not to.""I know it's you," he says with a confidence bef

Evander’s POVAlone in my bed, I open my eyes to another day.I listen to the sounds of the house around and below me, the everyday business of life. Once upon a time, I could roll over and find Aurora smiling back at me, her face still flushed from all the times I made her scream and moan and groan my name throughout the night.I sigh. Those days are long gone.I throw back the covers and rise to my feet. I suppose I should get some food. I smile to myself as I head for the door. The new kitchen staff is working out well, but still not as good as what Aurora used to cook for me. But I need to get used to this new reality.I've barely taken a step when there's a knock upon my door – a timid little thing that I barely heard."Enter!" I call. My voice sounds too loud in the empty room, too bold in response to the tentative tap.A maid scurries in, and even though she keeps her head down and refuses to meet my eyes, I recognize her. Sylvie, Aurora’s old maid – and the only member of the