Semua Bab Alpha's Regret :Reclaiming His Rejected Luna: Bab 61 - Bab 70

*Yolanda's POV*"You are late." I sneered, my voice just low enough to avoid turning heads, but sharp enough to cut through the noise of the crowded restaurant. My eyes darted around, scanning the dimly lit place—a dingy old Italian restaurant tucked away in a forgotten alley. The smell of burnt garlic and old wine clung to the air, and the stuffy, close atmosphere made my skin crawl. I hated it here. It reminded me too much of my childhood. A place that reeked of sweat and desperation, where people came to lose themselves or drown their miseries in cheap alcohol.Selene approached slowly, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. She looked out of place, too polished for a dump like this, but she moved with the confidence of someone who didn’t care. She placed her purse on the table and slid into the chair across from me, casually removing her glasses. Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she eyed me."You sound eager," she said in faux concern, her voice silky and cool. "Miss me al

*Ares' POV*It's finally the day of the trails and my head is blazing hot. The only thing I'm grateful for is the fact that it is a private hearing but other than that,I hated the day already.The sunlight slicing through the grand windows of the courtroom is too harsh, too bright. It doesn't match the shadows creeping beneath the stone columns or the solemnity of the faces around me. The Council members are seated at their elevated sears, each expression a mixture of judgement, curiosity, and barely veiled contempt. Noelle hasn’t spoken a word since we arrived, which is odd, especially for her. She’s standing slightly behind me, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her coat. Her eyes, flickering nervously between the members of the Council, never quite meet mine. Her uneasiness was beginning to rub off on me and that's the last thing I needed today.“What's wrong with Noelle?”I hush to Elias as he walked to me.His face turned sour and he cleared h

*Selene's POV* I stared at the board blankly,I should be analysing the data on it to plan my next move, but instead, my mind is on the court case. Ares did everything to avoid specifying that we were together during the time of the murder,on one hand it could be him trying to protect me and on the other it could be him just being selfish and trying to protect his image now that he doesn't want me anymore. A sting reached my heart and spread like wildfire,my head began to feel heavy,when I was done with all this revenge was over with,what on earth will I do? My reputation is hanging by a fragile thread,my relationships with my partners are now severed,even Saint Locke doesn't talk to me anymore…and now Ares,not that I miss him, it just felt like I was losing so much of my life to this revenge–would it all be worth it? I replayed my last encounter with Yolanda and shut my eyes tight,that lying witch needed to pay,no matter what it costs,even if it was my happiness. “Have

*Ares' POV* I pulled away from her, my fingers still tingling with the scorching heat of contact. She’s lying. She has to be. “What do you mean?” I barely recognize my voice—it was raw, guttural,scared. Noelle’s lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes glittering with amusement as if she were toying with me. “What do you think I mean?” she said, voice dripping with mockery. “A man with your experience shouldn’t have to ask what happens between a man and the woman when they lie in bed together.I didn't say we slept together,I left no room for misunderstanding…we fucked.” My stomach twisted, nausea clawing at me as I tried to process her words. When? How? I pushed off the bed, my movements rough, stumbling toward the bathroom as if putting distance between us could clear the fog in my head. Splashing water onto my face, I braced my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. Focus. My reflection was a mess—hair disheveled, eyes hollow, sweat slicking my skin. What happene

*Selene’s POV*“Cassie?” My voice cracked as I gripped the steering wheel, swerving around another tight curve. Horns blared, angry drivers flashing their headlights at me, but I couldn’t care less. If they were being hunted by a psychotic freak, traffic laws would mean nothing to them either. My knuckles turned white as I weaved through cars, my mind racing faster than my heart.I didn’t look at my phone, too focused on getting away, but my voice grew sharper as I called again, a tremor sneaking in. “Cassie!” I tried not to let my rising fear unsettle me lest I crash my car.A groggy voice finally crackled through the speaker. “Selene?” Cassie’s voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep. “Is everything—”“Will there be room for me at Red Velvet tonight?”“Huh?” A long yawn followed. “Tonight? You mean now?”“Yes, yes, tonight,” I said, urgency seeping into my tone.There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, the weight of my request sinking in. The last time I was this fra