Semua Bab Hers To Ruin: Too Late For Regrets Alpha! : Bab 51 - Bab 60

«ADRIAN POV»The court meeting is over. The Alphas have returned to their packs, and the council of elders has left, but their words still echo in my head. They want Clara dead. I step out of the courtroom, taking a deep breath as the cool evening breeze hits my face. My feet carry me toward the village town, away from the suffocating weight of politics and betrayals. As I look around my pack, I see the destruction spreading. The once-thriving land looks cursed. Burnt patches of earth stretch across the territory. Houses are cracking, falling apart. The air smells of smoke and decay. The people pause when they see me, and I feel their cold stares. Some talk among themselves. Others turn away, as if my presence disgusts them. I know why. Someone has told them about my decision in the courtroom. Someone has twisted the truth, making me look weak, like a traitor to my pack. Making it seem like I’m not concerned about their well-being. My suspicion leads to Andromeda and M

>But Marcus quickly regained his composure, lifting his head with an air of superiority. He has no time for these women’s games.With a dismissive smirk, he leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough for only Tiara and Ophelia to hear."You should worry more about your daughter, Tiara,” he murmurs in a low voice. "Because once I am Alpha, I won’t tolerate… dead weight." Marcus’s gaze hovers over Ophelia, and his eyes grow dark with lust.Ophelia’s heart slams against her ribs.Marcus pulls away, grinning foxily at the way Ophelia visibly stiffens.Satisfied, he turns and walks away with prideful strides, leaving Tiara and Ophelia standing frozen in the corridor.Ophelia feels her stomach churn. Her skin crawls under his stare, and she grits her teeth to stop herself from shuddering.The moment he’s gone, she lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.“That man is disgusting,” she mutters, wiping her hands against her dress as if trying to rid hersel

«Adrian POV»Three long hours. It takes three exhausting hours to get to the rogue pack. Every mile feels like it stretches longer than the last, the urgency in me building with each passing second. But it’s not just the time that makes it feel like I’m running out of air—it’s the fear. The fear of arriving too late, the fear of failing, and the fear of never seeing Clara again, of seeing the one person who means more to me than anything.When I finally reach the rogue border, I can see the rogue patrolling guards standing like statues, their eyes sharp and their weapons ready. The moment they see my car, their eyes harden suddenly turned into terror. They know who I am—the Alpha of the Dark Howl pack. Alphas of all Alphas. King of all Wolves. They know what I’m capable of. And yet, they still don’t open the gate. They stand their ground, watching me with suspicion and distrust. I cut my engine before stepping out of the car, my towering figure filling everywhere as my boots

«CLARA POV»My heart twists as I stand there, facing Adrian. It doesn’t matter how much time has passed or how much I have tried to move forward. But seeing him, here in front of me, still does something to me. And now, with the way he looks at me, the way his eyes cloud over with something unspoken, I feel myself drowning in emotions I don’t want to feel. I have built something strong with the rogues. I have made a home among them, created an empire that no one can take away from me. But my heart? It is still shattered, broken into too many pieces to ever be put back together. My bond with Adrian is a constant reminder of what I have lost in the past. And now, as I stand with Lusaka, I can see it. The jealousy in Adrian’s lustrous eyes. The way his perfect jawline tenses, how he clenches his fists at his sides. He tries to hide it, but I know him too well. He doesn’t like seeing me with Lusaka. I can feel Lusaka’s warmth beside me, his protective arm around my waist. But

«CLARA POV»I slam the door behind me and drop to my knees.The room is quiet. Too quiet. The silence presses against me like a heavy weight. I don’t even make it to the bed. My legs give out and I just stay on the floor, hugging myself.And then… the tears come.I try to stop them—I really do. But it’s like a floodgate has opened inside me. Everything I’ve been holding in, everything I’ve shoved deep down… spills out like water breaking through a cracked dam.I cry.Goddess, I cry like I haven’t in months. My chest hurts. My throat burns. My heart feels like it’s been ripped open and handed back to me in pieces.I think I’m stronger than this.I’ve built an empire, haven’t I?I’ve led rogues, faced threats, survived betrayals, and stood tall through it all. But whenever Adrian stands in front of me… I fall apart. Every single time.His voice keeps echoing in my head.“I’m sorry.”“I regret.”Regret?What the hell am I supposed to do with that?Is it going to erase the shame, the hea