All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: The Luna Who Defied Rejection : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LAYLA The packhouse was too still and too silent. It seemed as though the world outside was very different from the suffering I was experiencing within, even though I could hear the maids working below, the kitchen staff getting ready to serve breakfast to everyone. I couldn’t get rid of the sensation that something had changed. I had lost my baby and Adrian was gone and I couldn't stop blaming myself though. I didn't want to think about anything, but somehow I found myself going down memory lane, my head swirling with thoughts I should have avoided I squeezed the tears that had I had resisted from falling earlier out of my eyes and closed my eyes briefly.I had lost my baby, it was the only thing that had connected me and Drake but I had wished everyday to see my child. And now, I wondered if Drake knew that I was pregnant when I left? Or maybe he knew but was acting like he didn't? Or maybe, it might be one of the reasons why he wanted me back.

LAYLA I had just gotten out of the shower and the warm soft steam was sticking to my skin like a second coat. The water had been so calming but as soon as I wrapped the towel around myself and headed for my bedroom the atmosphere changed. Normally reassuring, the packhouse's silence felt strange. I was alerted by my instincts that something—someone—was watching me. I stopped in my tracks.I swallowed hard and looked around me nervously and felt cold seeping into my skin. Then I caught sight of him. There was a man standing just inside the room, behind my wardrobe. He was too silent and motionless like a lurking shadow ready to attack. His calculating, cold and dark eyes met mine. His eyes were so cold, like they belonged to the angel of darkness. He grinned, showing yellow fangs.Despite my body feeling frozen, my instinct told me to run and get away. He didn't rush towards me and stabbed me with the knife glinting in hi

DEL MORINO I didn't want to do this but I knew it was for the good of everyone, that way Drake and his madness won't get to her. But the argument over her going over my mothers pack wasn't the only thing that bothered me. My heart thumped more rapidly with each second. I had a second thought and was tortured in the room, giving instructions to the guards to tighten the security.This was something I had never been good at: love, relationships, anything that could expose me. However everything about Layla seemed to break down my barriers when I gazed at her. Although her beauty was indisputable it wasn't the only thing. It was the way she gave me the impression that perhaps—just possibly—I wasn't as isolated as I had assumed. She made Me believe in true love again.I sighed and stopped pacing and faced her. We had just been through an emotional storm and Layla was sitting on the sofa with teary eyes. The words had flowed

DRAKEThe wind was cold tonight. I liked it. Cold wind reminded me I was still alive. It also reminded me of the things I had to do to put Del Morino in his place. I had heard rumors, rumors of him placing a bounty on me and I had laughed it off. Even the elders of my pack can't find me, they had no idea where I was.I stared into the fire, watching it, my mind faraway, doing it's on thing and planning on what to do next.We were deep in the woods. Far from any pack borders. Far from rules. That’s how I liked it — wild, lawless, and full of anger. No one in the pack could actually tell where I was. After that night, the fight in the woods I haven't returned to my pack but I got any information I wanted and needed. I knew already that Adrian was dead.“ I called you here,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet, “ because it’s time. ” I rubbed the only good eye that I had left.Kray mumbled beside me. His face was covered in scars

DEL MORINO It was today. I had dreaded this moment like a plague and I hated the decision more than anything but I had to do it. Adrian was dead and losing Layla would be the death of me.The sky was the color of slate, cold and heavy, just like the weight in my chest. The weight that had refused to go down ever since that day.I stood at the front of the pack house, watching the small entourage waiting to take Layla to my mother's pack. I had made sure everything was in order. She would leave with twelve maids, thirty guards and with Lady Ann too.I hated every second of it.I could not move. Couldn't even look at her eyes not until I was sure I could keep myself together.She was staring at me, her arms wrapped around her, making her look small. I knew what was behind those eyes. Pain and loneliness but I didn't want to look, didn't want to see the pain.She was trying to be strong. For me. For the pack.