Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Zayne's Regret. : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Marissa POV His eyes were back to their normal hue by the time I got to the dining area. I was starting to believe I had imagined them earlier. “You look amazing." He gasped and smiled in appreciation. The dress was a perfect fit. Thin straps, hem just above my knees,sweetheart neckline, nothing too fancy although I could tell it was expensive. There'd been some jewelry in the vanity and makeup as well. I didn't see why I needed to get dressed up to have dinner inside the house but I obliged. Now that I was in the dining room, I could see why. Zayne had changed into a navy white shirt and navy blue slacks. The sleeves were rolled up and top buttons undone. He'd doused himself in some sort of earthy cologne and his hair was still damp from the shower. " Well, this looks quite formal.” I commented, looking around at the dining room decorated to look like a fancy restaurant. " Just a little bit of fun." He smiled and gave my lips a quick kiss. "The kids would join us soon.

I don't know of any trips to England. But I could ask Hannah and Violet to make sure. They were in her entourage more often than I was." Kim said, looking at the yellow piece of paper in confusion. “I have a feeling they wouldn't know either.” I tapped my foot restlessly as I drafted a new plan. " She only spent the night. The bill doesn't account for anything else.” She mused. " She paid for a night. I doubt she actually stayed that long. Does the date mean anything to you?” She started to shake her head and then paused, “October. She went to spend a week with Marlene. She never takes escorts with her on those trips because, as you know,Marlene can't stand us canines.” " Does she visit Marlene often?” I asked, my foot tapping faster as the gears in my head began turning. " Not really. Maybe twice a year but she hadn't visited in almost a year before now.” I stared at the remaining receipts with renewed interest. “Pack your stuff, Kim. We're going to England." *******

Marisa's POV The woods again. As familiar to me as my own house. It was easier for me to tell when I was dreaming now. The realization came almost instantly. I was wearing the same dress and shoes from dinner. I briefly thought about taking off the shoes and hefting them as a weapon. But the last time the wolf had appeared,it had been harmless. I looked around me, squinting my eyes to peer deeper into the shadows but there was no sign of a wolf anywhere. “Hello?" I called out and my own voice echoed back. I was alone. I began to trudge through the woods. It led to a cliff in some of the dreams. Maybe if I could find my way there, I would wake up. I slapped the thick foliage away from my face as I plowed through, my thoughts racing. I'd been at dinner and then fainted. Was I sick? Surely there would've been some other warning sign before now if I was. Was it stress? Or maybe I wasn't getting enough nutrients in my meals? None of those sounded like good enough reasons for a fain

Zayne's POV Her eyes held fear and worry. But something else. Distrust. It shouldn't sting. She had no reason to trust me. I was a stranger to her and if she remembered even half of what happened six years ago,she'd distrust me even more. It occurred to me that this entire endeavor depended on her never getting her memories back. My greatest advantage was my anonymity and if I lost that, then there would be no point. Elias said the doctors concluded that the Amnesia was absolute and there was no use clinging to any hope of her memories coming back. Human doctors. Making human conclusions. Marissa never saw werewolf doctors. Elias had rushed her to a hospital where there would be no chance of anyone identifying her as Luna. Her wounds from the accident already healed on the way there but she'd hit her head badly. Werewolf recovery speed doesn’t extend to brain damage sadly. I poured some more wine in my glass. The last from the bottle. Marissa’s distrust wasn't the primar

Marissa's POV " This wasn't a dream, Bree. I could feel it deep inside me. Like….like…..like I was looking at a part of my soul or…..” I stopped and buried my face in my hands, " Oh my God I feel like I'm going crazy.” " No. No you're not, Rissa.” She put her arms around me and rubbed my hair, " Hey, hey, it's okay. I believe you.” " You do?” I looked up at her." Of course. And do you realize what this means? If you're starting to remember things, maybe your amnesia is in reversal” She could barely hide the excitement in her voice and her eyes shone with unshed tears. “Or I might just be going crazy. I'm hearing voices in my head too." I sighed forlomly and took a tiny bite of my doughnut. “Maybe that's a…side effect? Maybe it's not voices but…statements from your past?” Bridget added hopefully. I remembered the afternoon in my kitchen where I'd caught the plate of hotdogs because I heard a voice saying Catch. Or last night when I heard back off. Statements from my past I th