Hers To Ruin: Too Late For Regrets Alpha! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

«ADRIAN POV»It was the middle of the night.Everyone in the pack was either sleeping or resting after the long day. The celebration party had ended hours ago, but I couldn’t sleep. So I left my room and went out to take a stroll.The night air was cold but calm. The moon shone bright in the sky, and the stars twinkled like they were smiling at me. My boots crunched lightly on the stone path as I walked slowly through the garden behind the pack house.Everything was quiet.Peaceful.But inside me, there was no peace.I should have been happy. I had taken back my throne. The war was over. My people were safe. The enemies were punished. The traitors were gone. Everything I fought for, everything I bled for… it was done.But I didn’t feel whole.Because I didn’t have her.Clara.No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I saw her in every corner of the pack. Her laughter, her eyes, her voice—it haunted me. I thought after the war, once things settled, I would feel f

«CLARA’s POV»It started as a normal afternoon. The sky was clear, and the wind was warm. I had been looking for Lusaka for almost an hour now.I wanted to speak with him, to ask again if we could leave soon. The longer we stayed here, the heavier my chest became. I couldn’t explain it, but being under the same roof as Adrian… it made me feel confused, like I was torn between two worlds.I stopped a young omega maid carrying fresh linens. “Have you seen Lusaka?" She shook her head nervously. “No, my queen. Not since he the gathering with the warriors." “Alright thank you,” I managed a smile and moved on. Along the line, I asked more people but none of them knew. One said she saw him walk toward the east wing. Another said she thought he might be in a meeting room, but no one was sure. I strolled past warriors and servants. I walked through long halls with paintings and old statues. The Dark Howl pack house was huge like I remembered. Another maid, this one older with graying hai

«ADRIAN’s POV»The sky was gray.It matched how I felt inside.I sat in the backseat of the car, staring blankly at the DNA report in my hand. The hospital envelope was still warm, the ink fresh, the words loud in my head.Positive match. Two words that tore my world in two.I had a child. A son.A pup.My pup.A part of me wanted to smile. I had always believed I couldn’t have one. The curse… the Moon Goddess’s punishment had made it clear that no child could be born from me. I had accepted that long ago. I’d buried the thought. I told myself I didn’t need it.But now…A child?It should have brought joy. It should have filled the cracks inside me.But all I could think about was Clara. And how I was going to lose her.Again.Leaning back against the seat, I clutched the paper tightly in my hand. Just when I had just started to feel hope again, just started to believe I could win her back. That I could make her see that I still loved her. That I never stopped loving her.And now th

«CLARA’s POV»It was early morning, and I was already awake.I had barely slept.All night, I kept thinking about Lusaka’s words… his plan… the war… and Adrian.It felt like the world was spinning too fast around me, and I didn’t know where to stand anymore. But one thing I knew—I couldn’t keep quiet. Not anymore.So I got dressed, brushed my hair neatly, and tied it back. Then, slowly but surely, I left my room and began walking through the long corridors. Each step felt heavy.Because for the first time since everything happened, I was the one going to find Adrian.I didn’t wait for him to bump into me. I didn’t run into him by mistake. This time… it was my choice.And that made my heart beat faster.After a long walk, passing the servants and a few pack members living in the pack house, I finally reached his door, my hand raised to knock, but I paused for a second.What if he slammed the door in my face? What if Ophelia was inside? I shook my head. No. I came here for a reason.

«CLARA’s POV» The sun rose over the Dark Howl Pack, casting a breathtaking golden light over the rooftops. Birds chirped in the distance, but I barely heard them. My heart was heavy, my thoughts were loud, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Today was the day. The day of the Moon Festival. It should’ve been a beautiful celebration. Joy, music, dances, and laughter echoing through the packhouse. But for me, it was something else. I stood in my room, just in front of the bed. The five dresses laid out before me shimmered to me beautifully. One was deep red, bold and daring. Another was glittering silver, like the moonlight on water. The third was black velvet, hugging every curve, silent and deadly. The fourth was royal blue, like the sky before night. And the last… the last was white, as pure as snow, almost mocking. They were all lovely. But none of them made my heart race. None of them made me smile. Because my mind wasn’t on dresses, it was on the plan. Today was the day Lu