Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

HAILEYAs I stood on the balcony of my makeshift room in Ryan's packhouse, the wind blew through my hair. The Alpha King's realm seemed so vast in front of me that I should have been in awe. Rather, my heart was heavy, burdened by everything I had been through and everything I still had to face. I believed that I would find serenity after leaving the Cedar Pack two years ago. It didn't. I had exchanged one storm for another, and Ryan was at the heart of this one. With memories nagging at me, I turned my back on the scenery. My thoughts drifted back to the quarrel that had ripped through us like wildfire the instant he'd left. Ryan had added, "Hailey, you don't understand," in a strained voice.Ryan's voice was tense with annoyance as he said these words to me. I snapped, my chest heaving under the weight of my rage. "Then make me understand," I said. He whispered, "I can't," with a mixture of pain and resolve in his eyes. "You simply intend to leave like this? After everything? Despit

HAILEYAlexia's giggles were a soothing balm on my exhausted soul as her little fists clutched the ears of her stuffed wolf and she toddled across the pack office floor. She had no clue about the tempest raging on around her. Truly, for a pup of her age, ignorance was bliss.I leaned back in the armchair, my eyes trained on her, but my senses stayed sharp. Across the room, Ryan was seated on the couch, his gaze fixed on Alexia as though she held the answers to all the questions haunting him. I know he wonders why a child that isn't ours could be so attached to me, I pondered on this also for a long time before I gave up.He looked different, older and more burdened somehow, more desperate. His eyes flickered to me searching, but I refused to grant him the satisfaction of meeting it. Let him stew."Hailey," he finally said, his deep voice breaking into the silence.I didn't say a word; I didn't owe him that much."Can we talk?" he tried again, softer this time.Alexia crawled over to m

HAILEYFour weeks. Four long, painful weeks of ignoring Ryan. Four weeks of pretending his presence didn’t claw at my resolve, or the memory of his touch didn’t haunt my nights.Tonight, I was determined to keep it that way.The full moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through my window as I locked the heavy steel door to my chambers. My heart had arrived with brutal intensity, my skin burning, my body aching with a need I refused to acknowledge.I paced the room, the ache building with every passing moment. The primal part of me screamed for release, for the touch of my mate. But I wouldn’t give in. Not after everything he’d done.I pressed a hand to my chest, willing the bond to quiet. The mark he’d left on me four weeks ago pulsed faintly, a reminder of his claim and the bond we now shared. The connection was stronger tonight, the full moon amplifying every sensation, every emotion.“Damn it,” I muttered, collapsing onto the bed.The room was soundproofed, reinforced wit

THOMASThe woodland was alive, with branches groaning, secrets being spoken by the wind, and the eerie hoot of an owl echoing overhead. With every stride, my boots dug into the wet dirt, drawing me more into the forest. The trees appeared determined to absorb the light and cover everything in gloom, despite the moon's light trying to reach the canopy. The sensation in my chest was more electric and sharper than terror. I felt a tinge of anticipation. It might change tonight. Maybe tonight I'll get back what I lost. I might win something I never would have imagined. She had been anticipating my arrival. Like a figure carved from the night itself, the witch stood in a clearing illuminated by a flickering lantern. The red hood she wore, black curls spilt from its edges, and the scarlet hood looked strikingly vivid against the dark background. The black, smouldering coals in her eyes seared right through me, even though I couldn't see her face well. "You're running late," she said. Despit

LUCY The news struck me like a bolt of lightning, and the room whirled. Hailey was still alive. Despite all that was done to keep her down, she's still standing. Even worse, she had revived that brat, Alexia. How? Following all the meticulous planning and instructions given, how did things fail so badly? The porcelain fragments scattered over the floor like the fragments of my meticulously crafted plans and the vase I was holding broke against the wall. I screamed furiously in frustration and anger. I was so furious that my chest was heaving and my breathing was laboured. "How?" My voice reverberated through the deserted room as I screamed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The prophecy, the whispers of power, the perfect plan with Thomas—it was all unravelling right before my eyes yet I could do nothing to salvage the entire ordeal. Hailey was meant to be gone, out of the picture, leaving the route clean for me to ascend. Instead, she was still here, gleaming with possessing so