Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret: Mated with My Ex's Uncle: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Third Person's POV"Esmond... I was wrong... I'm sorry, I didn't know Miss Sanders was really kidnapped..."Tears kept welling up in Hazel's eyes, her face filled with fear and regret.Esmond released her, turned away with a cold expression, and left.Only when the living room was empty did Hazel wipe away her tears. Her expression shifted from initial sadness and fear to calm.She got up, walked into the bedroom, and took out a document from the farthest corner of the bedside table. It read "Medical Report" in bold letters.After obtaining the medical reports of Esmond and Camellia, she had made a copy for herself.Now, it was time to put this medical report to use.She clutched the document tightly, her eyes filled with coldness.The next morning, Camellia was woken up by a racket.As soon as she opened her eyes, the ward door was pushed open. Claire's parents pushed past the nurse and hurried in.Vanya strode to the bedside and wailed, "Camellia... Claire and you grew up together. S

Third Person's POVWith a blank face, Esmond hung up the phone. As he walked to the bedside, his wolf's eyes narrowed into vertical gold-red lines.His fingers, gripping her chin, subtly shifted into claws, pricking her skin and drawing tiny beads of blood. A mix of pine pheromones and an oppressive, punishing aura washed over her. "Cam, this is just a lesson," he said, a low growl escaping his throat."Remember this pain. Should you anger me again, you'll relive it over and over."Camellia's eyes turned bloodshot, and the unhealed temporary mark on her nape glowed red—a sign of the Shadowfang Alpha lineage's fury.As she raised her hand to slap him, her wrist gland throbbed violently. Lychee rose pheromones surged, forming a defensive aura that was instantly overpowered by Esmond's bestial grip."Think carefully about the consequences of that slap," he said, his claws digging deeper into her skin, mingling the scents of blood and pine."Esmond, are you really going to force me to hate

Third Person's POVHe likely had someone tail her to know she was at the hospital and showed up just in time, probably fearing she'd tell her parents about this morning.Camellia took a deep breath, looked up at him, and smiled. "I didn't tell you because I thought you were busy."Seeing her smile, Esmond faltered.Since his affair was exposed, Camellia hadn't smiled at him once—only disdain or irritation.He'd forgotten how her eyes used to soften when she looked at him, how her smiles used to be warm.Unconsciously, his gaze gentled too."I can always make time to visit your dad with you."Camellia nodded. "I'll tell you next time, and we'll come together.""Sounds good."Esmond chatted with Ernest for a few minutes, but Ernest wasn't as warm as before.Once, he'd liked Esmond because he thought Esmond treated Camellia well. But after Esmond's last visit when he complained about Camellia moving out, Ernest's eyes were opened.If Esmond truly cared, why would Camellia leave?Thinking

Third Person's POV"It's normal for Esmond and me to dine together. We're mates," Camellia said, forcing calm, her wolf eyes blazing at Lionel."But you, as his uncle—" She was cut off as he suddenly loomed closer.Lionel's cedar aura flared hot, his wolf-tooth choker clinking coldly against his collarbone. "Pushy? Wasn't it you who first tempted me?"His finger traced her neck, where the cedar lingered from their hotel encounter. "The full moon night, your red dress, and your plea to 'mark me.'"Camellia's wolf ears burned crimson, her temporary mark searing with shame."The hotel was an accident!" she retorted. Suddenly, Lionel unleashed his full Starlight Pack Alpha aura. Glasses in the private box shattered."Accident or not," his voice grazed her earlobe, fangs nearly piercing her gland, "your wolf has claimed me."In the dark, she felt his claws lightly scrape her wrist's secondary gland—the wolf's ture mate marker."It's not official until the final step," Camellia gritted out,

Third Person's POVAs soon as Eugenia's footsteps faded, Esmond's voice dropped, thick with disapproval. "She's always trying to get between us, Camellia. Always clawing at my authority. You need to stop seeing her."Camellia's brow furrowed, her eyes cutting through him like glass. "She's my friend. Whatever she says, a traitor like you doesn't get to judge her. Besides," she added, her voice dropping to a lethal chill, "she's just stating the facts, isn't she?"Esmond felt a surge of irritation.His Alpha instincts demanded a mate who fell in line, yet here was Camellia, clearly trusting an outsider more than him.He felt a warning growl bubbling in his throat, but he choked it back, remembering his own infidelity. He forced his tone to soften.Seeing that Camellia had already turned her back to keep packing—completely icing him out—he hesitated, then stepped up behind her."Camellia, I'm sorry. I snapped. I shouldn't have trashed your friend."The tension in Camellia's shoulders eas