Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Mated with My Ex's Uncle: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Esmond's POVAs Camellia spoke, her voice began to tremble.That shaky voice struck my heart, one blow after another.I watched the tears trembling on her lashes, my throat suddenly feeling like it had been rubbed raw with sandpaper."I'm really sorry…"Since she'd brought up rejection, I'd said "I'm sorry" too many times, but this time the burning pain on my tongue felt especially real.When she wiped her tears, the faint mark from her ring finger gleamed white in the moonlight. It suddenly reminded me of the night eight years ago when I'd slipped the ring onto her finger. Her ears had been just as red then.My wolf clawed restlessly in my mind.The sharp sound pierced my temples. It longed for its mate, longed to repair the broken mate bond."Go home," she said, her wrist still bearing the bracelet I'd given her last year. The platinum clasp peeked out from her sleeve.I had so much to say. I wanted to stay with her, even if it was just to be by her side in silence.But I knew her to

Camellia's POVThe smell of disinfectant and pheromone neutralizers clashed in the ventilation ducts. I stared at the temporary mark on my neck in the mirror.The bite mark from the fangs had healed, leaving only a faint crescent-shaped scar.When my fingertips brushed the edge of the crescent, a pained whimper rose from deep within my spine—Lyra, my wolf, was growing weaker as the mate bond fractured.Lyra thrashed her tail restlessly deep within me, her claws scratching at my ribs through the flesh.A werewolf's superhuman healing should have made such a minor injury vanish instantly, but the crumbling mate bond was causing my body to function more like a human's.I picked up an ice pack and pressed it to my cheek.After about ten minutes, the burning pain subsided. I returned to my workstation.As soon as I sat down, my colleague, Rhea, slid her chair over to me.This human usually carried the sterile scent of the lab, but now there was a faint undercurrent of excitement—clearly, ne

Esmond's POVAfter dealing with that despicable rogue, I left the bar. Just as I stepped outside, my phone rang."That woman Hazel has been taken back to the Ironclaw Pack by Priscilla."Hearing this report from my subordinate, my wolf and I both instantly grew furious.I hung up and drove straight back to the Ironclaw Pack.Instead of going to my own house, I parked at my parents' villa. As I walked in, I was seething with anger.Priscilla was sitting in the living room, seemingly waiting for me.When she saw me enter, she showed no surprise."No need to be angry. I've decided to keep the child," she said leisurely.I couldn't control my aura. The overwhelming pressure of an Alpha erupted instantly."Mom, have you lost your mind? If Alpha Drogo and the other members of the Dalton family find out, you know the consequences."I spoke through gritted teeth."The doctor said the surgery could easily kill both mother and child. At the end of the day, if you hadn't lost control, this child

Esmond's POVWhen I confronted her, my pine-needle pheromones surged with Alpha dominance, and the joints in my little finger cracked in preparation for shifting.She yanked her hand away, her expression cold. "This has nothing to do with you."Camellia's wolf let out a threatening growl, the moonlight slicing her pupils into vertical slits of golden amber.I quickly stepped in front of her, catching the scent of another werewolf.Just as I was about to speak, I noticed her shirt was half-dry and soaked through.The fur on the back of my neck bristled, and my fangs pierced my lower lip in rage. "Whose stink is on your shirt?"Camellia let out a cold laugh. "You should ask Priscilla that question."I froze, frowning. "What do you mean?""Go ask her and you'll find out."With that, she walked past me and left.I immediately called Priscilla, the engine idling echoing in the parking lot. "Did you see Camellia today?""That frivolous girl went running to you?" Her sharp voice was mixed wit

Camellia's POVI rubbed nonexistent goosebumps from my arms and rolled my eyes at Eugenia. "Stop, or I'm calling an Uber to escape this cheesiness.""Fine, I'll shut up."I forced a smile, but the loneliness in my chest refused to stay buried.Eugenia had dragged me out to keep me from wallowing at home.Since discovering Esmond's betrayal, the fractured mate bond had left my emotions raw.I'd cried alone more times than I'd admit.But in public? I wore indifference like armor.Eugenia, bless her, avoided mentioning Esmond entirely.She wanted me to move on—and so did I.After lunch, we hit Neiman Marcus.Under the Italian crystal chandeliers of the men's department, Eugenia's fingers hovered over the mother-of-pearl buttons of a Brioni bespoke suit."Let's see this one," she said. Before the sales associate could react, a drawling Southern accent cut through, "Wrap that up. I'll take it."We turned to find a statuesque woman in a red strapless dress—porcelain skin, cascading curls—poi