บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Forsaken Luna: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Lila’s POVThe knock came very early in the morning, loud and hesitant.I had been awake for hours, pacing across my chamber, the fire long since burned to embers. When the door creaked open, a young guard stepped in, his eyes lowered, his boots leaving mud streaks on the marble.He bowed quickly. “My Lady, we received word from the border. It’s Rune.”My head snapped toward him. “Speak.”“He engaged with Logan of the Eastern pack,” the guard said. His voice trembled. “There was… a fight.”My eyes narrowed. “And?”The guard swallowed hard. “He failed. He was wounded and forced to retreat. They say he escaped with barely his life. Raven is still with Logan.”The room went silent. The only sound was the faint hiss of wind against the glass. I didn’t move for several seconds. Then, slowly, I turned away, my jaw tightening.“Failed,” I repeated softly. “Rune failed.”The guard shifted nervously. “Yes, my Lady. Should I—”“Get out,” I said flatly.He bowed again and left quickly, closing th

Seraphine’s POVSleep did not come to me as a rest, but as a door to a vision.One moment I was staring at the canopy of my bed, thinking about the many problems ofy pack. The next, I was falling through a world of smoke and shattered light.The vision took me to a stone room. Raven. She was asleep, but her body was tense, her hands fisted in the sheets. Around her, the air shimmered with symbols I could not read but felt in my soul—a language of warning written in moonlight and shadow.I saw the coiled serpent, its scales the color of dried blood, slithering silently across the floor of the Blood Nest’s great hall. Then the images blurred, overlaying one another: Varek’s cold, satisfied smile, Lila’s eyes burning with a desperate ambition, and the serpent, rising to strike.A presence solidified beside me in the vision. My mother. Her form was made of mist and patches of light, but her voice was clear as a bell. “The threads are tightening, Seraphine. If the serpent bites again, the p

Raven's POVThe world had shrunk to a small, painful room.The agony was came in a tide, ebbing and flowing, but each wave rose higher, leaving me gasping and disoriented in its wake.My body was a battleground, wracked by contractions that seized my entire frame, yet the baby, my son, would not come. The healer pressed her hands against my swollen belly, her face grim.“He is turned the wrong way,” she said softly, looking from my sweat-soaked face to Logan’s. “And he is too weak to find his own way. The cord is a danger. I have herbs that can strengthen the contractions and guide him, but I must prepare them. It will take a little time.” She turned to Logan, her expression solemn. “Alpha, you must stay with her. Do not let her slip away. Talk to her. Keep her with us. Her will is the anchor now.”Logan gave a sharp, tense nod. “Do what you must. I’m not going anywhere.”As the healer hurried away, Logan dragged a stool to the side of my cot. He sat, his large frame seeming to fill th

Raven's POVThe only sound in the healing quarters was the soft, rhythmic creak of the rocking chair and the tiny, snuffling sounds my son made as he nursed.He was so small, so impossibly light in my arms, a warm, breathing weight that anchored me to the world. In these quiet moments, the fear and the pain receded, leaving only a fierce, trembling wonder.The door opened with a soft click, and Logan stepped inside. He moved quietly these days, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace of the room. His eyes found me in the dim lamplight, and the usual hard lines of his face softened.“He’s eating well,” he said, his voice a low rumble.I nodded, not looking up from the baby’s face. “He is. It’s all he does, really. Sleep and eat.”Logan came to stand beside the chair, looking down at us. He didn’t reach out to touch, but I could feel the warmth of him, a solid, steady presence. “Have you… have you thought of a name for him?” he asked after a moment.I shook my head, my thumb stroking t

Rune's POVThe fire in my study had burned down to embers, but the heat in my blood refused to cool. Alaric’s words were a poison in my veins, and the liquor I’d consumed to drown them only made the venom spread faster.Plotting with Varek. Plans to remove you. The accusations swirled with the memory of Raven’s rejection, Logan’s triumphant eyes, the feel of my knife sinking into that scout’s throat. It was all a tangled, bloody mess in my head.I couldn’t sit still. The walls of the study felt like they were closing in. I stormed through the silent corridors, my boots echoing like drumbeats of my own rage, and didn't stop until I threw open the door to Lila’s chambers.She was at her vanity, brushing her hair, wearing a silk robe. She looked the picture of innocence, of peace. The sight of it infuriated me further.“Rune?” she said, her eyes widening with what looked like genuine surprise. “What’s wrong?”“The advisor. Alaric,” I snarled, the words slurring slightly. I leaned against