All Chapters of Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Strange Voice Nyra's POVI woke up to laughter.Not just any kind of laughter. This one was deep and rough, moving like smoke through the shadows, pushing against my skin like hands I could not see. I sat straight up fast with a sharp gasp, my head was still hurting, even my arms and legs were shaking. The cold cave floor cut into my palms as I tried to stay steady. My eyes were looking everywhere in the dark to see signs of who was out there.But there was no face. Just the voice.A woman speaking.Mean, slow, too sure of herself to be normal.Who is there? My voice came out rough and broken, either from fear or how dry my throat felt. Show yourself!Nothing.Then, again, that laugh. She moved closer now, like she was walking in circles around me.I spun around, my heart was beating so hard, but I did not see anything other than the weak light of the single oil lamp that was still burning on the wall. Shadows went out long and bent. I could not really tell where the walls ended

The Claimant QueenNyra’s POVI hadn’t even begun to think of a way out of the madness Zaira left me tangled in when the distant sound of footsteps and crunching gravel announced another intrusion. I barely had the strength to react. My chest still rose and fell too fast, my limbs too heavy, the aftershocks of the witch’s control still echoing in my bones.Auren was safe with Draven. That was all I could cling to right now.I was still standing in the clearing where Rowan and I once met, where I’d been dumped by Zaira’s spell, cold and alone and afraid, when a shrill, too-familiar voice rang out like claws across glass.“Nyra!” The name wasn’t a greeting. It was a challenge.I turned slowly, my fingers twitching at my sides, and saw her. Selene.She stood flanked by a group of wolves, none from Crescent Moon. These were unfamiliar. Lavishly dressed, heavily armed, and, from their scent, barely loyal. Hired warriors, most likely.But it wasn’t the troops that startled me most. It was

The Return of ShadowsDraven's POVNyra's footsteps sounded too hard like war drums, it pounded through the hallway even before I saw her. By the time she got to my office, the door was slammed back so hard on the wall that the dir frame shook.Her eyes were wild. Flames and storms at once. For a moment, I thought she might shift right here just to bite my head off."Is it true?" she demanded. No greeting. No warm-up. "Selene is coming back to Crescent Moon?"The air between us felt tight enough to snap. I leaned on my chair back, slowly and intentionally, to keep myself from reacting to her anger and my own. "That is what the reports say."Her hands settled down, and she placed them by her sides. "And you did not think to tell me?"I breathed out through my nose. "I was going to.""When? When she is already in my living room? When she is sitting on the Luna throne she never earned?" Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass."She is not going to sit on anything," I growled, my temper s

Whispers of DoubtNyra’s POV The echo of Selene’s voice still lingered in my ears long after she was dragged out of sight. The courtyard had emptied, the whispers scattering like flocks of frightened birds. But their residue clung to the air, sharp and suffocating. I could feel the eyes that weren’t there anymore, accusations, doubts, curiosity, burning into my skin as if they had been branded there permanently.When the gates finally closed behind her, I felt the ground beneath my feet steady, though my chest remained heavy. I should have been relieved. Draven had ordered her removal. Auren was safe beside me. The threat has been contained, at least for now. And yet… the silence afterward felt more poisonous than Selene’s words had been.Inside the council chamber, the three of us finally sat together. Draven’s jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable, though the tendons in his neck betrayed the storm beneath his control. Auren sat at the end of the long oak table, his hands pres

The word of the SeerNyra's POVThe shooting in her phrasing set fire to a blaze of fury within me that consumed my despair to ash, leaving something more difficult and more dangerous behind. "That's not good enough," I snarled, my voice barely above a breath but more menacing than any bellow could possibly have been. "I didn't come here for more riddles or koan truths. You must know something concrete, something useful. You always do. I have seen the way truth distorts around you like light around a star."The seer tilted her head, the movement bird-like and unnerving, her gaze boring into me as if I were crystal. Her voice, when she spoke, had a new weight, a new strength behind it that warped the air between us to lean in and listen."Zaira asserts that what she desires is hers by birth and blood and ancient pact," she stated, each word placed with care. "Auren is better than your son or Draven's heir." "He is a key, forged in prophecy and blood and powers beyond memory, and such k