All Chapters of Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

The Heart of the PackDraven's POVThe battlefield still smelled of blood and iron when the sun finally broke over the ridge. Gold light poured across the torn up earth. It touched the bodies of fallen rogues and our own injured wolves. My wolf wanted to pace and prowl the edges for threats. But the Alpha in me had other duties now."Get the wounded into the hall," I ordered. My voice was rough from hours of shifting and fighting. "Everyone else holds the line until I give the signal, Kael is hurt but not gone."Warriors nodded and began the slow work of carrying their brothers and sisters off the field. The pack moved like one body. Tired but determined. I watched Marcus lift his injured brother onto his shoulder. Blood seeped through the torn fabric but neither of them made a sound. That was what we were. We did not break even when broken.The energy was different from the panic of the morning. Now it was steadier. A tired but strong heartbeat. I could feel it through the pack bond.

The Key to DarknessNyra’s POVThe sun was just a thin line in the sky when someone knocked. It was not the soft tap of a servant. It was a low, firm thud. Two beats, then a pause, then one more. This was the signal Eira and I had worked out before she left.I got out of bed before Draven moved. My body acted on its own. The quiet fear and thin hope made my hands shake. We had sent her out almost a week ago with a simple job. Find out where Kael had gone. If she could, trace any connection between him and Zaira. The pack had gotten better enough to work. But every time I closed my eyes I saw Auren disappearing in Selene grip. I saw the flash of Zaira magic. My son is back. But the danger had not gone away. It had just gone into hiding.The floor was cold against my bare feet as I grabbed the first shirt from the chair. My wolf moved under my skin. It picked up on something in the air. Something that made my teeth hurt and my heart race. I have learned to trust these feelings over the

The Gathering StormNyra’s POVThe council chamber felt smaller tonight. Maybe it was the weight of what hung between us, or maybe the air itself had grown too thick with the scent of iron and impending war. The torches along the stone walls threw restless shadows across the round table where we sat. Draven at the head, his jaw showed a sharp line of resolve, one hand absently curled around the back of my chair as if even in strategy he had to anchor himself to me. Lydia sat down opposite, and her hands were folded tightly, with her knuckles looking pale. Eira stood slightly off to the side, a dark blade strapped across her back. Her eyes were moving from one face to another, always reading the room.I inhaled deeply, the taste of pine and smoke clinging to my lungs. The last battle had scorched the edges of the pack’s confidence. Kael had come at us hard, and although we had held, the sense of safety was gone. And somewhere out there, Zaira still breathed, she was hidden, and waitin