Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Zayne's Regret: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 26

Marissa's Pov My breath comes fast. My heartbeat frantic. I'm running again. This time in heels. I catch a reflection of myself in the mirrors lining the hallway as I run past. I'm in a powder blue ball gown and gold heels, hair held up in an elaborate bun, my cheeks rosy pink with blush. I gasp at the image but I don't stop running, platform heels clacking rapidly against the thin carpet. I reach the top of a grand staircase, the type seen only in movies, and without a moment's hesitation, I begin to run down. I'm almost to the bottom when I place a foot wrong. My arms spread out l, grabbing for something, anything to regain my balance. But the bannisters suddenly seem so far away and I'm tumbling the last few steps, the green carpet rushing up to meet my face. I manage to get my hands in front of my face to cushion the fall to the hard floor. But the floor isn't hard. It's…sandy? Soil. I open my eyes to find myself on the forest floor. I gasp and jerk back up. I'm still in th

Marissa's Pov “Can you see his arm?" The red faced woman said immediately I opened the door. I suspected she'd had her ear pressed to it though and launching into a tirade was a way for her to cover that. I might be wrong. And I was tired. Whatever burst of anger that had struck in the office left me weary all of a sudden. “Mrs Clarkson,I'm so sorry this happened….." “Sorry? You're sorry?" Her husband leapt up from his seat, leaving poor Brett alone on the bench. “Your son is a menace. What five year old is wicked enough to do this!" His wife nodded, “Brett is a sweet boy. He would never harm anybody. He didn't deserve this at all!" Maybe a little too sweet? I thought to myself as I noticed little Brett had begun to cry and sniffle again. “Listen, I can assure you this is a one time thing. You know kids. You never know what they're capable of and they surprise us at every turn." I smiled politely, staring pointedly at Mrs Clarkson, hoping she would understand. She was a

Elias Asher was sullen for most of the evening. I didn't try cheering him up. I was feeling pretty sullen myself. He offered me the plate of crudely cut hot dogs. He still wasn't talking much, but that was expected. I hadn't scolded him. Not exactly. I'd just talked to him. I remembered Zayne's mom giving childhood recounts of him as a child. How she figured simply talking and making him see reason worked better than yelling or punishments. I'd told Marissa this, of course, and she was trying her best. The kid just needed a firmer voice. It should be Zayne doing this. Talking to his son, managing his aggression. But he made his choice years ago, and now he wanted to waltz in like the past six years didn't happen. I grunted low in my throat as I tossed the veggies. I shouldn't be thinking that. Marissa wasn't mine. If Zayne wanted to get his wife back, he had every right to. The kids ate and watched TV while I opened a bottle of white wine lying around in the fridge. I