Semua Bab Hers To Ruin: Too Late For Regrets Alpha! : Bab 21 - Bab 30

« ADRIAN »Tonight is the annual pack celebration, a grand event that brings together alphas and their packs from across the countries.The cool evening air brushes against my face as I walk toward the Pack Hall with long strides, one hand in my pocket and the other absently scrolling through my phone. As I approach the entrance, the pack guards bow deeply at me. I pocket my phone and nod at them before stepping inside.The grand hall is alive with music and laughter. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that reflects off the polished floors and glittering decorations.The moment I enter, the chatter dies down, and all eyes turn to me. One by one, they stop what they’re doing and bow, showing their respect to me… the Alpha King.My black tailored suit and towering build make me stand out among the crowd. I exude authority as I move through the hall, exchanging brief pleasantries with other alphas. My senses are sharp, picking up every sound and movement around me.

« CLARA »Days pass, and I am finally getting better. My legs have healed, and I no longer need the wheelchair. It feels good to stand on my own again, to walk without help. Savanna and Ravenanna have been by my side through it all, making sure I recover well. They never leave me alone, always making sure I eat, rest, and heal properly. I am grateful to have them. Without them, I wasn’t sure how I would get through this.Now, I am in the rogue pack’s library, surrounded by books loaded up high on the wooden table in front of me. I have been coming here every day since I learned the truth about the crescent moon mark on my arm. Everything I had been told, everything I had suffered for a month now, was built on lies. I wasn't the evil Wolf but someone else was. But that is not enough. Although I'm getting closer to the truth, I could sense there was more to the story, I can feel it in my bones. For some reason, I’m curious to know who she is and I'm bent on finding out. I narrow

«CLARA»I stare at Lusaka, my breath catching in my throat.Did I hear correctly?"You can't be serious," I whisper, staring at him like he has lost his mind.But the way he looks back at me, calm, unwavering, completely sure of himself tells me otherwise."Oh, I am serious," he smirks, leaning forward in his chair and staring at me piercingly. Shaking my head, I try to process his words. Be his mistress? Bear his pups? I came here expecting a casual conversation. But this? This is something else entirely."You want revenge, don't you?"I swallow hard.Yes, I want revenge. I want to see Tiara and Ophelia crawl on their knees, begging for mercy. I want Adrian to feel the same heartbreak he made me suffer. I want the entire world to burn for what they did to me.But at what cost?"I can give you power, my protection, my resources, but everything has a price," he continued leisurely. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. A price.And that price is me.Without hesitation,

«CLARA»When the rogue maids approach me, I can’t help but notice disapproval in their eyes. Their gazes hold a mixture of disdain as if they have been told awful stories about who I was. Of course, they all believed I was the cursed wolf. For a moment, I imagine how much freedom -the real bad wolf must be enjoying while I, on the other hand, suffer for her fate.It was all Andromeda and Tiara's fault, because of their greed they used me as a pawn. But unfortunately, for them, it won't last for long because soon, I will retaliate rebelliously! Snapping back to reality, I observe the maids with a calculating stare. If only they knew I was not one to be underestimated.So, I narrow my eyes and give them a cold, piercing glance in return, lifting my chin high and crossing my arms over my chest.The aura around me shifts instantly.It reminded me of my former self when I was still an Alpha female. “If you don't want trouble with me, you better be nice while I'm being nicer,” I simply

«CLARA»I stand my ground, unflinching, my gaze watching Shantel as her hand aims toward me, claws bared and ready to strike.Gasps and terrified screams erupt around us, the maid rogues watching in horror, but I remain still. I don’t flinch. I don’t cower.Let her come.A small smirk shows faintly at the corner of my lips as I am about to make my own attack when her sharp claws are about to scratch through my face. But a strong hand shot out, intercepting her.Zack.He catches her wrist in a tight grip, his muscles tensed with restrained irritation. The force of his hold throws Shantel off balance, making her stumble.“Stop, Shantel!” He snaps, his voice a deep growl, his teeth gritted in frustration.Shantel twists in his grasp, wild with rage. “Hm! Let me go, Zack! Leave me!” She spits, her voice shaking with agitation as she struggles against him.But he holds firm.Seeing he wasn't letting go, Shantel's furious mix with surprise eyes dart back to me, she’d expected to see fear, e