Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Nyra’s POVThe final fitting was supposed to be quick. A simple check to make sure everything was perfect for the coronation tomorrow. The seamstress, older and soft-spoken, had just smiled gently as she guided me behind the fold of thick curtains. I didn’t suspect anything. Not then.But then the needle never touched the fabric.A hand clamped over my mouth, and darkness rushed around me like something, no, someone, blindfolded me. I kicked back, instinct bristling, but I never got the chance to land a blow. Whoever it was moved fast. Silently. Too precisely. I didn’t smell danger, oddly enough. Just pine and warmth. Familiar.But fear clawed its way through my chest anyway.Not again. Not like before.They didn’t speak. Just guided me, firm but not cruel. I heard the rustle of trees, felt leaves brushing my arms. We were outside. Dread swelled inside me like a rising tide.I wanted to scream. To tear off the blindfold. But I didn’t. Because somehow, deep in my bones, I knew I wasn’t

Nyra’s POVThe world quieted the moment the grand hall doors closed behind me.For a fleeting heartbeat, everything else ceased to exist. No past. No threats. No lingering shadows of fire or betrayal. Just now. Just this moment. The soft rustle of silk beneath my steps. The warmth of golden light pouring through the stained-glass windows. The low hum of awe and reverence in the air.And Auren.He stood beneath the towering moonstone arch, shoulders squared in ceremonial black and silver. A golden sash crossed his chest, the mark of the Alpha Heir, but his gaze was all for me, unwavering, soft, and wide with the kind of wonder that made something in me tremble.There was no music, no grand announcement, and yet every soul in the room held their breath. My gown shimmered like starlight, custom-stitched with woven moon-thread and ancient sigils stitched by hand; Lydia had made sure of it. The silver veil that trailed behind me glinted with intricate beadwork, a map of constellations and

A Night of New BeginningsNyra's POVThe air inside Draven's room felt warm and thick. Soft yellow lights danced on the walls, making long shadows move across the stone. This room should have felt weird to me. It was not mine. But something about me being here with him does not feel right in a way that I can explain.He closed the door behind us. The soft click made noise in the quiet room. The silence that came after seemed alive somehow. I could feel it in my chest.I had changed out of my heavy wedding dress hours ago. Now I wore a simple silk dress that moved with me when I walked. Draven had taken off his fancy Alpha clothes too. But even in normal clothes, he still looked like a man who carried heavy things on his shoulders. And me? I was not sure what I looked like to him now.His wife? His Luna? A woman who still did not know what to think about the man standing just a few steps away?He did not try to fill the quiet right away. Draven never rushed when things mattered. That m

The Promise and The Old MagicNyra’s POVThe sun was just coming up, sending warm light across our bedroom through the windows. It made everything look soft and golden. Draven was still sleeping right next to me, his breathing was slow and quiet.I just watched him for a bit. This man who had hurt me so badly before, then helped put me back together piece by piece. We still had old stuff between us, but we didn't feel so angry anymore. More like a whisper from far away.I touched the blanket where it met his shoulder. Things are different now. We were different. The pain in my heart had turned into thin white lines, still there, but not bleeding anymore.I got out of bed real quiet, my bare feet touching the warm wood floor. I could hear people moving up and down already. Someone was making breakfast in the kitchen, and I could hear people’s voices in the halls. My first real day as Luna was about to begin, and I became nervous.Lydia was waiting for me in the hallway, her hair was ne

Shadows of UncertaintyNyra’s POVThe breeze was warm, the sky was not bothered, and laughters came in through the courtyard as pups tumbled on each other in the grass. The world looked so calm. But inside, it felt like a thread pulled taut, quietly unraveling.Draven and I walked beside each other along the training path that curved past the lower ridge.He took the walk casually. He said it would be good for us to stretch our legs after breakfast, but I had a feeling he noticed something more. I was not hiding things well today. My smile felt tight. My thoughts kept circling the same quiet warnings.I still had not told him about the message. Not the one that slipped into my closet yesterday, hidden under my cloak. Not the mention of Zaria’s name, or the veiled warning that someone had been playing a longer game than any of us thought. And definitely not about what Layla had said, that there were eyes inside this pack that did not belong.My fingers twisted together at my front, and