All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Betrayed Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Mariella freezes, but I see her lip twitching with a smile right before she speaks. “I shall speak the truth, I Mariella Vincent was coaxed by Alpha Knox to hide and raise his daughter as my own, I have loved, raised and—” “Are you insane?” Knox snaps, slapping her. “This was all you!” “Thalia, please.” Mariella gasps, “Tell him to stop, he's going to hurt our baby.” They're both lying, lying like they've been doing to me all along. He can't command Mariella to say anything, she's from an unbroken curse lineage which means she can't be compelled by anyone. I've been their fool for so long that I wouldn't be surprised if they practised this scene they're causing a few times already. “I don't give a fuck about your baby, and you better enjoy it.” I snap, my gaze shifting towards Knox. “ Because that's the only child you'll both get. I am not your breeder.” “Thalia,” Knox coos, his voice small and defeated. I almost fall for it, almost.. “You will never see my children again,

THALIA The last couple of days have been a mixture of bliss and despair. I can't stop looking at my daughter, I look at her even when she's asleep. I can't believe she's mine, every minute I spend with her is healing something inside me. I can't wait to take her home and introduce her to my mother, I couldn't do it via phone call, I wanted the moment to feel real to me. I'm very happy with her, but it makes me sad because Knox isn't here. He tried to come and visit us both but I turned him away, I had Amara drive her to meet him because I couldn't do it. I don't have the slightest idea how to get over what he did to me. I want to believe he tried to tell me but every experience with him whenever we tried to talk about her leads me to believe otherwise. I'm looking into shared custody, I know what it feels like to not have my child and I don't want to do that for him, and as far as we go? I don't see us anymore, I wanted there to be an us for so long and I did things I wouldn't do

KNOX It's been a week since Thalia dropped Arabella off and I spent the first three days tailing her, because she wouldn't answer my calls or open the door when I went to her apartment. She seemed fine; she always went out for a run in the morning, and late in the evening, she buys a drink from a store nearby then drives back home. I went to her apartment early this morning to check on her but she wasn't there, I knocked for an hour before a neighbour told me she left that morning. I've been trying to get a hold of her since then but there's no response. Her phone was off for a while but now it's just ringing. I'm losing my mind trying to find her. “Daddy,” Arabella calls out. “Yes princess,” I look up from my phone. “How was school?” “Awesome!” she giggles, “I had fun in my class.” “That's great,” I nod, my foot jittering. “Why don't you go and change your clothes?” “My friends are excited to come to my birthday party.” Her birthday, right. I forgot all about that, Katie Ro

Her apartment smells like lavender, like her hair often smells on a Thursday which means she must have washed it before going to meet him. I stand with my back to the door, arms folded tight, every muscle locked down to keep from lunging again. And Alpha Ezra has the nerve to sit on her couch, right next to her. “What the hell is going on between you two?” “Nothing,” Alpha Ezra grins. “Yet,” Thalia adds, setting her phone stuff aside. Thankfully, she's wise enough to move to the vacant Sofa. “Why are you here? Why are you inserting yourself in conversations where you don't belong?” she raises an eyebrow. “I want to know what's going on between the two of you.” “It is none of your business, Knox,” she says, that calm present in her tone again, like she doesn't care for anything. “I think it's very much my business when someone proposes to the mother of my children in some cheap restaurant.” “Can you lower your voice?” she frowns, “This is why I don't take your calls, you make

“Okay,” she pouts. “And im sorry I made you sad.” “Im not sad,” I shake my head. My daughter will not bear the weight of my tragic life on her little shoulder, it's not her fault. “Look, im happy,” I say, smiling at her. “Really?” she asks, staring up at me with optimism. “Yes,” I swallow, not wanting to let her down a second time. The first was not trusting my heart when I first saw her, I might not have associated her scent with mine but my heart knew, she had my tells too but they were also Mariella's. “Are you sad?” “Not right now.” “Then I'm very happy,” I tell her. “I'm always happy when you are happy. So you should stay happy for me, okay?” “Yes,” she nods. “Good girl, don't feel sad.” I smile, caressing her hair. “What about daddy?” “Daddy is a grown-up,” I almost snap, catching myself a second too late. “And you my little one, you don't need to worry about grownups and their problems. It's not your job to worry about us being sad or happy, your job is to play and be