All Chapters of Hers To Ruin: Too Late For Regrets Alpha! : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

«CLARA POV»Jasmine turns, her eyes flashing with rage. She opens her mouth, probably to scream at me, but before she can raise her hand to strike me back, Lusaka steps forward fast, a blur of motion, and grabs her wrist, holding it tightly. His eyes flash with something darker than I’ve ever seen before—something that sends a chill down my spine.He growls, a deep, low sound that rattles the air.“Don’t. Touch. A hair. On her.”His voice is cold, but there’s an edge to it. An edge I’ve never heard before.Jasmine freezes, her body stiff. She looks at him like she can’t believe what she’s hearing, her eyes wide with shock.Even I was surprised. “Lusaka, y-you—” she starts, but her words falter as she looks at him.Lusaka doesn’t loosen his grip. His gaze doesn’t leave her.“Don’t.” His voice is low and dangerous, like a warning.Jasmine flinches, her expression twisting into a mix of confusion and pain. She takes a step back, her mouth opening like she wants to say something, but no

«THIRD POV»Ryan stepped out of the pack house, his hands in his pockets, trying to clear his head. It was fully morning and the sunlight spread the Dark Howl pack. If one looked closely, one would notice the dark circles in his eyes. He barely slept last night. He had been thinking a lot about Adrian lately. His best friend wasn’t the same. There was a pain in his voice that he tried to hide, but he felt it.Much worse, the enemies had taken over the ruling of the pack. He didn't know the future of the Dark Howl pack anymore. He missed those days when everything was in control when Adrian was still the Alpha. Everything had seemed perfect until now. Just as Ryan reached the stairs, a familiar voice of an elder stopped him.“Ryan,” Marcus said, standing behind him with a smug look on his face.Ryan stiffened but turned around slowly. “Alpha Marcus,” he greeted with forced respect.Marcus grinned wide like an old fox as he took a slow step toward him. “Where’s my lovely nephew?” he

—CLARA—The sun burned high above, its heat scorching the dusty ground beneath my boots. My throat was dry, and sweat clung to every inch of my skin like a second layer. Yet I stood tall, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Around me, the rogue warrirors, my warrirors, pushed themselves to the edge under my commands. Muscles strained, bodies dropped into the dirt, and grunts of effort echoed across the training ground. But no one gave up—not today, not under my watch. Because I wasn’t going to let them.I couldn’t.If we were going to survive the war Marcus and the other alphas were planning… if I was going to protect my people, my home, I had to push harder. Train smarter. Build warriors who were not only fierce but unbreakable.My voice rang out over the yard. “Push-ups! No slacking! Do you think Marcus will show mercy because you’re tired? Again!”Their groans only fueled my drive. I didn’t want pity. I wanted strength.Two hours passed, maybe more. My body screamed in exhaust

«ADRIAN’S POV»I quickly catch Clara before she can fall, her body limp against mine, and my heart nearly stops when I see the blood pouring from her abdomen. It’s everywhere, staining her clothes, my hands, the tilted floor beneath us.“Clara… don’t… don’t close your eyes,” I beg her, my voice trembling, shaking her shoulders gently… no, roughly too, because I’m panicking. I watch helplessly the way her eyes flutter, opening and closing, like she’s slipping away right in front of me. “A-Adrian…” She gasped painfully, holding me closer, and her face squeezing in pain I wish it was me. “Clara! Stay with me—damn it, don’t you dare close your eyes!” I shout at her. “She’s bleeding!” Brandon gasp with his eyes wide. “Clara!” Lusaka panick, dropping down beside us, his face pale with fear. He touches her cheeks, patting them frantically, his hand trembling as he checks the terrible wound on her abdomen. His lips tighten. “Shit,” he curses, the word punching the air like a gunshot.“W

«ADRIAN’S POV»I glared at her. “Not interested, Jasmine.”She threw her head back and laughed, eyes twinkling as she rested her elbow on the bar, eyes never leaving mine.“Why Alpha Adrian?” She drawled, trying to act sexy enough to tempt me. I gave her a sharp glance, my voice flat. “How do you know me?”She shrugged, taking a sip. “Everyone knows who you are. The big bad Alpha. Killer of kings. Breaker of rules. Heard a lot about you.”I huffed, downing the rest of my drink. “Well… ‘they’ clearly don’t know shit.”Jasmine leaned in again flirtingly, her perfume too strong it gave me a headache. “I dunno… you look exactly like the stories say. All brooding, dark, and tragic.” She grinned playfully. “But… I see it in your eyes. You’re not as heartless as they think.”I scoffed, motioning at the bartender for another drink. “Don’t pretend you know me.”She raised a brow. “I don’t have to. It’s obvious. Men don’t drink like that for no reason.” She tipped her head at me with curious