All Chapters of Her Revenge; Mated To The Faceless Alpha : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Denera’s POVHe hated me.They both hate me now. I wouldn’t blame Rockan for his anger; I used him. He loved me, but I deceived both him and myself. The weight of that realization crushed me, pressing down with an unbearable force. My world spiraled around me, a chaotic whirlpool of regret and despair. Tyris was right. I believed my world here with them would be rainbows and sunshine, a fairytale in real life but now, I was trapped in a nightmare of my own making.The truth struck me like a physical blow: I was a burden to them, to everyone. The walls of the castle felt like they were closing in, the air thick and suffocating. Each breath became a struggle as Tyris’s words replayed in my mind, echoing like a relentless drumbeat. “You’re nothing but a burden.” The anxiety twisted in my stomach, a knot of fear tightening with every thought. I could almost feel the stone walls pressing closer, as if they were conspiring to suffocate me. I needed to find Rockan, to apologize, to expla

DENARA’S POV It was dark and cold. I should’ve worn thicker clothing. The chill seeped through the layers I had on, biting at my skin and making my teeth chatter as I navigated the familiar but haunting terrain toward my old pack. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of memories pressing down on me like a dense fog.“Why did I think this was a good idea?” I muttered to myself, trying to break the silence that surrounded me. The only response was the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl, a reminder that I was alone in this endeavor.After about an hour of walking, I finally spotted the outline of the cottage behind Aunt Rosa and Uncle Austin’s house. The place where I had spent so many years felt like a ghost now, a shadow of the life I once lived. I crouched low, moving quietly to avoid drawing attention to myself. “Just get in, grab your things, and get out,” I whispered, forcing myself to stay focused. I didn’t want to linger, didn’t want to remember the pa

DENARA’S POV I had nowhere else to go now. The darkness enveloped me like a heavy blanket, and I could feel the chill of the night seeping into my bones. It was probably past midnight, a dangerous hour for anyone to be wandering alone, especially a woman. My heart raced with the thought of what could happen if I encountered the wrong person.But then a thought struck me like a beacon of hope. “The Smith’s bar,” I gasped, a wave of relief washing over me. It was always open through the night, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of my life.Mr. Smith had always been kind to me, a rare warmth in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving. He had given me shelter whenever my home became unbearable, always treating me like family. The memory of his reassuring smile filled me with a sense of safety as I quickened my pace, eager to reach the familiar haven.Each step felt both urgent and heavy, a mixture of gratitude and determination swirling within me. I could still hear Freya’s words echoin

BrunoThe moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery light across the pack house as I paced my room, frustration boiling beneath the surface. I just settled into a restless state when a soft knock echoed through the door.“Bruno?” Freya’s voice drifted in, tentative but familiar.I clenched my jaw, irritation prickling at my skin. “What do you want, Freya?” “I need to talk to you,” she replied, her tone insistent. With a heavy sigh, I opened the door, bracing myself for yet another conversation that would lead nowhere. Freya stepped inside, her expression a mix of determination and something I couldn’t quite place. “Freya, it’s late,” I said, trying to sound more pissed than I felt. “You shouldn’t be here.”“I know,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But I couldn’t wait.”I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and studied her. She looked different tonight—tense, almost fragile. “What is it?”Before she could respond, a familiar scent hit me—Denera’s scent, lingering o

BRUNO’S POV I walked out on her, the weight of my emotions crashing down like a tidal wave. Rage boiled inside me with every step I took, and all I could think about was Rockan. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to unleash the pent-up frustration that had been building since the moment I discovered Denera was pregnant with his child.The image of the mark on her neck haunted me, a permanent reminder of their reckless actions together. I had called the doctor just an hour ago to check on her—she was taking too long to wake up, and I got worried. Only to find out that she was carrying a child for the bastard who called himself head alpha. “Bruno!” The sound of my mother’s voice pulled me from my dark thoughts, and I groaned immediately upon recognizing it. “Oh goodness, yes, mother,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Follow me,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. I turned to look at her, and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. Was it guilt I felt? Perhap