All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Forsaken Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

LOGAN'S POV Pain was the first thing that greeted me as I slowly gained consciousness.A slow, pulsing throb in my side that spread like wildfire every time I tried to breathe too deeply. There was also the harsh taste of metal and bitterness in my mouth, clinging to my tongue as though they were one.I slowly peeled my eyes open to dim light and the faint scent of pine smoke and slowly, very slowly, recognition creeped into my consciousness.My ceiling. My room…I wasn’t dead!“About time,” a voice murmured beside me, bursting through my haze of joyful realisation.I swiftly turned my head too fast, and regretted it immediately. The world spun for a heartbeat and the throbbing at the sides of my head, increased,before settling.And then I saw her.Raven sat beside the bed, elbows on her knees, chin resting in her palms as she studied me with an expression that made my chest tighten worriedly.“You know you could've just told me if you didn't want to deal with me anymore, instead of

RUNE'S POVThe moment word reached the Oxen stronghold that Logan lived, the air itself turned to icicles in my nose.The rumours seeped through the walls like poison, mixing with the first rumours of what happened between Logan and I.From when the news of me stabbing him began to circulate, I could feel the multiple disapproval through the mind link…but no one dared to confront me. Not until the gathering that was orchestrated by Egan.By the time I entered the great hall, the tension was thick enough to be cut through. Voices rose above others as the people argued, their voices echoing through the walls.“He’s alive, and that's a good thing for us!” one barked.“Then what’s the point if we're still going to war?” another spat.“You should ask the Alpha that! Every pack from here to the coast will see us as rabid for what he did!” It was an elderly wolf that said it, of course. They were the only ones with enough courage to say some of the things most couldn't.Their words slammed i

SERAPHINE'S POVMy mind raced almost as hard as my heart as I peered into empty space.Nightmares after nightmares had finally made me resistant to the fear of what I knew was meant to come.I’d grown used to that presence, the soft, waiting hush that came before Argula’s whispers each night. And tonight it wasn’t the air that trembled. It was me.My best pal, Helen sat near the hearth, knitting with deliberate care, her spectacles slipping down her nose as the firelight gilded her silver hair. She’d been my handmaiden for nearly two decades, though she’d always refused that word. “Friend,” she used to correct. “We can't be friends since you have more power than I'll ever have, milady,” she'd always say.Ironic, because tonight, I didn't feel very powerful.I smiled faintly. “I told you to stop with that already, you’d think being Luna would earn me obedience, Helen.”She clicked her tongue. “And you’d think wisdom would earn you rest. Yet here you are, writing letters instead of sle

RAVEN’S POVThe world went quiet when I finished reading my aunt's letter.The scrawled words, strong, elegant, despite what they conveyed, stared back at me. The ink smudged in places as if she’d written it in haste, or in pain. “If you’re reading this, then I’m already gone from this world.”I found myself muttering the last words under my breath as my chest began to constrict and tighten painfully.I didn’t realize I’d dropped the paper until it fluttered onto the floor, landing near my feet like a fallen leaf. I placed a shaky hand to my throat as I tried to control my splintering resolve, trying to convince myself that maybe the letter was all wrong. Maybe I’d read it all wrong This was a lingering thought, but I knew the truth.My throat cinched. For a long moment, I just stood there, staring down at the letter, trying to breathe through the hollowness yawning in my chest.“Aunt Seraphine's dead…” I whispered.Then a loud scream of sorrow and acceptance, split through me, wit

RAVEN'S POV"Raven? Are you awake?”A knock followed Aella's voice from the door, and I cupped a hand over the flickering flame of my candle, to steady it, as I answered, “yes, come in.”I furrowed my brows as I shot a worried glance at the connecting door, the room had been quiet for so long that even the smallest sound felt like a shatter, and I didn't want Aurora or Reed to awaken.I dragged my sleeve across my face, smearing away tears that had already dried and cracked on my cheeks as the door creaked open.Aella stepped in, still in her tunic, her hair half undone like she hadn’t slept either. She gave me a warm smile as she made forward and sat down beside me on the bed.“Why aren't you asleep?” She asked and I shrugged, shoving down the knot in my throat.“I was, I just woke up…before you knocked.”Aella nodded, then placed a warm, gentle hand on my arm. “I came to take the children,” she said quietly. “So you can get a well deserved rest tonight.”I tried to smile, but it di