Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Reclaiming His Gifted Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

"Failure?" I ask as the guards close in around me. I give the throne room a quick glance, but the exits are blocked. There is nowhere to run. "How have I failed you, Your Majesty?"My Beta and Gamma have both already been restrained, and I watch, helpless, as they are dragged out the room."How?" King Tozen says, rising from his throne. His anger is like thunderclouds on his scarred and stern face. "Did you not attend the Moon Goddess Festival as my representative?""I did." My whole body tenses as he descends from the dais. Each resounding step he takes down the marble stairs sounds like another nail driven into my coffin."And at that festival," he goes on in a deceptively reasonable tone, "was there not an incident? Insurgents, if I remember correctly.""That's correct, Your Grace."He stands before me now, just outside the circle of his guards. His closeness sucks the oxygen out of my lungs, leaving them filled with lead."And you don't consider that a failure?" he asks. His brow

It took longer than I would have liked, but eventually, I set out for Werewolf lands, and my father's cabin beyond. The journey was long, but mostly boring, thank the gods. There were no problems at the border crossings.I stand now on the crest opposite the property, gazing upon the house from the outside. It's been years since I've been back. I approach the house cautiously, the memories flooding back with every step I take. The back porch where we all used to sit and watch the sunset. The giant boulder on the north side of the property – I used to climb to the top and pretend I was a princess trapped in a tower, waiting for my hero to come.As I walk around to the front door, I spot a familiar figure walking up the path.He stops in tracks when he sees me, both of us stuck dumb by the sight of the other.I always thought of my father as a mountain of man, and he is robust and powerful, but I see gray at his temples that was not here before, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.My

I pull open the cabin's front door and find Prince Mykal standing there."Hello, Aurora," he says, smiling so brightly his beauty is nearly blinding."I've only been gone three days!" I blurt out, too surprised to see him to self-edit. "Did you miss me that much?""I did," he replies charmingly.I'm not sure if he's joking or not."Who's there?" my father calls out from behind me, and I realize I've kept the prince standing outside this whole time."Come, in, Mykal," I say, stepping aside to allow him to enter.My father gabs at the royal Lycan now standing in his living room."Dad, I'd like you to meet Prince Mykal Boreal."My dad's jaw drops open and he fumbles to make some sort of bow. "Hello, um, Your Highness?""Please, sir," Mykal says affably. "There's no need for formalities. Call me Mykal.""What brings you here, Mykal?" I jump in, saving my father from his own awkwardness. "You've come a long way to see us.""I'll confess," the prince says, reaching out to take my hand. "I w

I follow the scent, so light and refreshing. My heart longs to breathe it in more fully, to bury my face in her hair while I hold her in my arms.Aurora.A quiver goes through me at the thought of seeing her at the end of this trail.I should be tracking the scout, trying to pick up his path, but my feet refuse to heed my brain's command and instead take the route my heart craves most.The scent leads me to a clearing in the woods, then finally a cabin. It's a modest structure, built from logs and slate. It's well below the means I am used to living in, but it appears sturdy.A man exits the cabin and I instinctively draw back behind a tree. By the moonlight I can see he's an older wolf, past his prime, but still strong. His head tilts, and there in the lines of his profile, I see Aurora's features made masculine and bold."I know you're out there," Aurora's father calls. I hear him pump the barrel on a shotgun, then see it when he brings it to his shoulder to take aim into the night.

Consciousness comes to me slowly. I drift into awareness from a cozy pink cloud of good dreams.I smile, reveling in the simplicity of my deepest desires. Evander was with me in the dream and he was my husband again. I felt his warmth, his care, and there was no doubt in my mind that as long as he was watching over me all would be well.The best part of the dream was that I felt loved. I have not felt that in quite a while.Stupid, silly, wish fulfillment fantasies of the lovelorn. If I ever write my memoirs, that'll definitely be a chapter in the book.There is a knock on my door and I relinquish the last remnants of my dream with a sigh.Real life always intrudes.There's only one person who would be knocking on my door at this hour of the morning. I call for my father to enter while I'm still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.He enters my room and I know right away something is wrong."Aurora, we need to go. There are skirmishes happening in the woods all around us. It's not safe f