Semua Bab Alpha's regret: Omega's second chance: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Solana's POVAnger. Annoyance. Frustration.Those were the emotions battling for dominance within me.I hated this man. I hated him for all that he and his pack had put me through. And I hated the goddess even more for pairing me with him. Apart from being heartless, he was an annoying pain in the ass. And every single thing he did annoyed me. He was a walking trigger.But what was worse? I hated myself even more. Because despite all the hatred I felt for him, I could not deny the excitement I feel when he was close. I could not deny that the mere sound of his voice made me want to drop my panties. Fuck me, his touch was electric, placing unholy thoughts in my head.I had spent less than a day with him, and I was already this done. This was dangerous for me. For my heart and sanity.I needed to escape. But how could I when he was always with me? He gave me a room, but he decided to stay with me there. What was the point then?A serving lady came in earlier to give us food, and I had n

Solana's POV I didn't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I felt new. The bath really did well for me, as I felt fresh all over. What even made the situation better was the fact that Marcel was not in the room. He actually left me alone by myself. The only bad thing right now was this damned collar around my neck. But I could ignore it now, since it wasn't as tight as it was before. I sat up and stretched my body, hoping that wherever he went, he would not return. Maybe he would get attacked by a group of rogues, and they would maul him to death. Or how about he get run over by a train, grinding all his bones until it turns to powder. Or maybe he would swallow a glass of liquid wolfsbane thinking it's wine. So many possibilities. Goddess please do this for me. I finally got up and I nearly stomped my toes. The ground felt foreign under my feet, and my legs felt too light. My stomach then growled, reminding me that I had not had anything for a while. As much as I didn't w

Solana's POV My time in the kitchen with Marcel surprisingly didn't go so bad. I mean, we actually finished cooking and ate together, without killing each other. He would make one irritating comment or the other from time to time, but I always had a sharp come back. I almost found myself enjoying it, until I reminded myself that he was still a jerk and an asshole. "You know, I will really appreciate it if you get me a phone. Or go to my pack and bring mine. I am sure Beta Gerald or Gamma Reuben would had kept it safe for me. I am getting bored of seeing your ugly face and I want to do something else." Marcel chuckled, like I didn't raise a serious concern. "For a prisoner, you are so entitled." I rolled my eyes, before going to wash my dish in the sink. Marcel left his own there, and it added to my annoyance. I hated when people left their dishes unwashed on the sink. "Pig." I said. "I heard that." "Good. I wasn't exactly whispering." I scrubbed the last bit of food off my pla

Marcel's POVI left the house to attend to something for a minute, and Solana ran away. But she didn't go far before I was alerted. I made calls before she got to the gate. Her interaction with the security guy there was my plan. The taxi too.What I did not see coming?That Solana would stab the driver's neck and leave him there, bleeding, while she ran to save herself. He was not really in danger as he was a werewolf and the cut was not deep. The wound would heal.My initial plan was for the driver to confuse her with the destination, and eventually bring her back to the estate. I wanted to see the pissed off look on her face, and hear her curse me for the rest of the night.But unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The taxi guy lost track of her, and I had to trace her myself. She could be anywhere, with anyone, doing anything. She might also be in danger, and that scared the shit out of me.The moment I caught her scent and heard her scream, I lost control. I could also smel

Solana's POV The collar was off, but I didn't feel any real change. I could still not feel my powers, and my wolf wasn't responding. I was affected by Marcel, but I hated him more now. "How do I move on from this, Marcel?" I thought I said that in my mind, but from the way Marcel reacted, I realized I said it out loud. I hated being this weak— this vulnerable. I had only myself. I was supposed to be stronger. I had my bath, utilizing everything he got me. I stayed in the tub for almost two hours, listening to soft music. And when I came out, he was there— always there. I decided not to torture him this time, by covering my body with a towel, but he still looked at me like he could not wait to get his hands on me. And you know what? I could not help but wonder how it would feel. Only his kiss was enough to turn my knees to jelly. Marcel was holding a bottle, waiting for me to approach the bed. I wanted to avoid it, and maybe go to the couch just to rile him up, but I did not. I wa