All Chapters of Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nyra’s POVThe scent of sizzling eggs and roasted herbs filled the air, warm and familiar. I was not the best cook, but after everything Auren had been through, I figured he deserved a real breakfast. Something made by me. Something that said, you are safe now.The kitchen has become something of a sanctuary these past few days. The simple act of cracking eggs into a hot pan, watching the whites spread and solidify while the yolks remained perfect golden circles, brought me a peculiar peace that had been absent elsewhere in our lives. I seasoned the eggs with dried herbs I had found in ceramic jars lined neatly on the shelf—rosemary, thyme, and a pinch of something unfamiliar but pleasantly aromatic. The woody scent mingled with the richness of the eggs, creating a homely atmosphere that seemed almost foreign after weeks of survival mode.I arranged the food on mismatched plates I had discovered in the cupboards—simple ceramic dishes with faded blue patterns around the edges. They we

Nyra’s POV"I have to take Auren along," I said immediately, my voice sounding low and urgent. "I am not leaving him alone, Draven."His eyes became wide, the tension in his body tightened. I could see the way he was trying so hard to maintain his composure."Where we are going is not a place for children," he said, his voice clipped.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the documents from his desk were still burning my mind.The names, the dates, the secret locations, all of it spells out betrayal. Distrust coiled around my heart like a living thing. "I do not care, I do not trust anyone here, I can not risk anyone.""You will have to," he simply said, with patience that only made me more angry. He stood there, without moving, his hands placed behind his back. "Not everyone here is against you. Some are still loyal and some are still good."I gave a short and bitter laugh that scratched my throat. "Forgive me if I am not eager to gamble my son's life on your judgment."The words

Nyra's POVThe forest was more quiet on our way back, almost unnervingly so. Draven walked beside me this time.There was a tension between us now, filled with unspoken words, like the words we did not say were looking for a way out.None of us spoke for a while. The silence stretched between us for a while. Maybe it was because we were both wrapped up in what the seer had said, or what he had not said.Her cryptic words stuck to my mind like a stubborn fog, impossible to grab yet impossible to ignore.You already know. You only lack the sight to recognize it.I kicked a small rock down the path with more force than necessary, watching it roll into the underbrush."I hate riddles," I whispered under my breath, putting my hands deeper into my pockets.Draven let out a low tone of agreement. "She has always been that way. Never straightforward."His voice was soft. It made me wonder how many times he had walked along this same path, looking for answers from a woman who seemed incapable

Nyra's POVThe hallways were quiet when Draven and I got back. The kind of quiet that settles thick and heavy after a storm. The silence hung in the air.I moved like a shadow. Silent. Invisible. Careful not to draw any more attention. I needed to see him.No, I ached to see him. To hold him. To remind myself that he was still here, still mine. Every step toward his room felt both too slow and too fast.The door was slightly opened. I saw Lydia walking towards me with a warm smile that showed the corners of her eyes."He is an amazing kid," she said, her voice soft with genuine affection. "I monitored him as he made his food that evening. He is brilliant."Her words warmed my heart. Someone else saw what I had always known. "Thank you for looking after him while we were gone," I told her.She gave me a knowing nod, then she excused herself for the night. Her footsteps faded down the hallway as she walked.I shut the door gently behind me. Just enough to step inside without waking him.

Draven’s POVThe house was too quiet. I walked towards the bedroom slowly, careful not to let the old wood creak under my boots.The silence pressed in from every direction, suffocating and intentional, as if the house itself knew how fragile this moment was.Nyra's words still clung to me. Heavy. Suffocating. Like chains, I could not break free from them, no matter how hard I pulled against them."You think you can just walk back into our lives?" she had whispered, with her voice like ice.She did not trust me. Maybe she never had. Not completely. Not with everything. And after everything that had happened between us, the promises broken, the truths concealed, I could not even blame her. If our positions were reversed, I would not trust myself either.The hallway seemed longer tonight, the shadows deeper. Each creaking floorboard was a warning. Each shadow is a reminder of what I had once let slip through my fingers.As I moved close to the door, I hesitated, my hand hovering near the