The Alpha's Regret: The Luna Who Defied Rejection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LAYLAAs we got to the Packhouse, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. The immense structure stood high against the bright sky ,its imposing presence both awe-inspiring and frightening. Each stone seemed deliberately placed to show respect, representing the might of its ruler—the Lycan King, Alpha of Alphas. I haven't taken my time to have a look at the Packhouse since I arrived, I guess it's the biggest I have ever seen and no Alpha could boast of a Packhouse like this one.I risked a glance at him as he dismounted effortlessly, his figure intimidating that I quickly looked away.He didn’t look back to see if I would follow, but I was expected to. His presence commanded fear and respect in me, that all through the walk here ,I was very quiet.Clenching my teeth, I stood aside , my eyes roaming and seeing the guards stationed at various places. I didn't see them when I ran out this morning.I felt my heart beating fast as I followed him, each step filled with a sense of worry about

DEL MORINO Dinner had been cleared minutes before I heard the sound of footsteps, heavy footsteps of the guards and something else which was light and the door was pushed open.I sat in my usual seat,draped in furs and arrogance, astwo of my guards practicallyshoved her forward. Laylastumbled, catching herself beforeglaring at them. I love that. If given the chance she had smack him on the head.She lookedworse, thinner than sheought to be, her cheekbonessharp and her eyes sunken and red which showed that she might have cried a lot. Thefire in those eyes, however,burned just as brightly as anything."Careful"' I growled at the guards."I didn't ask you to deliver herbroken."The guards muttered apologiestheir heads bowed as theystepped back. Not that I caredfor their excuses or for Layla My attentionwas entirely on Layla, who stoodher ground like a stubborn treerefusing to bow to the storm, she had even braided her hair.Nice."Leave us" I commanded with awave of

DEL MORINO The morning sunlight pushed through the tall curtains, castinga soft glow over my luxuriousroom.The cool morning air brushed in, making me welcome it all. I stretched lazily, a smirktugging at my lips. Last night hadbeen... entertaining. Tammy hadbeen eager to please, but thatwas to be expected. Women likeher always tried too hard, hopingto stay longer than l allowed.But right now, I'd no use for her ,just as I had no uses for other women I had met and slept with.I rolled over, expecting her to stillbe in bed. But my hand landed onan empty, cold sheet. Damn.I just hoped this was not an thief , not after dealing the other one who I'd banished.My eyes snapped open. Where had shegone? The twerp.I sat up and scanned theroom. There she was, by thedresser, standing in front of themirror like she owned the place.Anger surged through me. The audacity.She hummed to herself, herhands busy styling her hair intosome elaborate bun. The sightwas enough to a

DEL MORINO I stood before the gilded mirror in my chamber, adjusting the tailored midnight-blue suit that hugged my broad frame with practiced precision.The silver embroidery on the cuffs shimmered under the light, catching the glint of my one visible eye. My left was still hidden beneath the mask-sleek, black, and unyielding,as much a part of me now as my very skin.The mask made others uneasy. That suited me fine. Fear was a tool, and I wielded it as deftly as any weapon.With a snap of my fingers, my valet scurried forward, his hands trembling as he presented my onyx cufflinks.He fastened them silently, his head bowed as if afraid to meet my gaze."Enough," I growled. He stumbled back with a muttered apology, and I turned sharply, my polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.The banquet awaited. The same banquet I had conveniently told Layla was postponed.I laughed silently to myself when I remembered the shock on her face, I guess even Lord Thomas will be surprised tha

LAYLAMy heart hammered as my eyes danced in my head.I looked at Del Morino and at that very moment I just wished to die.There was a hint of surprise in his eyes and as his eyes roamed over me , taking the torn dress, my disheveled hair and wild eyes, a smirk crept up his lips."Well, well, well." He drawled." Pocahontas is running away. Again.""Stay away from me." I said, my voice trembling and my knees felt like jelly and I hoped the little strength I had would keep me standing." Of course I'll. I don't want to ruin my suit." He sneered. " This is the second or third time you are running away and our path kept crossing. " He took another step towards me. " Do you know how to get away from me next time ? Turn to a cockroach and vanish."I thought he was done with what he was saying when a stinging slap came in both my cheeks in such short moment that I saw my soul leaving my body."You're coming with me Pocahontas." He said and made to grab me when I felt someone come up behind m