Semua Bab His Regret: The Alpha King Wants Me Now: Bab 91 - Bab 100

MONICA.“Monica!” Roman gasps, grabbing my waist and getting me off him. He sets me down on the grass before getting to his feet and taking me in his arms.“I’m fine,” I try to say to him, but then I touch my nose and examine my hand.The blood that I saw dripping on his face and chest is mine. It came from me. It came right out of my nose, and I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m bleeding all of a sudden. All I know is that the sight of the blood makes me dizzy.Roman is fully panicking now. He takes me to the bathroom and makes me sit on the edge of the bathtub. He grabs a towel and soaks it, about to bring it over to me to put on my face.But before he can even get close enough, my vision starts to blur and everything blacks out….Until I find myself in another dream.It’s my mother again. But this time, it’s her funeral.I’m sitting in front of the table where her urn is. Her blown-up picture is in the corner, surrounded by white roses. I remember being with so many people when

MONICA.I back away, tripping over Janus’s body and crashing to the floor with a loud thud. My head hits the corner of the bed, and pain spreads from the back of my head all the way down to my spine.And still, even with my vision stirring, I keep my eyes on Hyden, watching where he’s heading, cautious of the way he’s slowly advancing towards me. Even in the darkness I can see him smirking, and it’s almost like seeing the Creatures in Human form. The teeth, the spark of hunger in their eyes… it’s uncanny.Hyden breathes hard, the musty smell of it filling the air. I feel around, trying to wake Janus and Padma up, but neither of them are moving. They’re breathing, but they’re not quite alive. They’re cold, and I don’t know how to help them.“Hyden,” I try to say, but my voice is shaking. I can barely get to my feet. “Hyden, what are you doing?”He emerges from the shadows even more, letting the light slant onto him. I can see that he’s walking normally, which makes me wonder if the who

ROMAN.My uneasiness is at its peak, like a coiled snake at the pit of my stomach waiting for the right time to strike.“How long will it take them to open the fucking door?” I ask August, pacing the floor.We’ve been standing in front of the temple for a while now. I’m almost sure that it hasn’t been long since we arrived, but I can almost swear that it’s been an hour or so. I just can’t wait that long, not when Monica’s life is on the line like this.“I don’t know,” August says, staring up at the double doors. “I’ve alerted them before we even came here. They know that the King is coming and that it’s an urgent matter. Roman, I just want to say that I’m so—”The rest of his words are brought into a halt when all of a sudden, one of the doors swing open. An old man wearing a golden robe and a white cap peeks out, narrowing his eyes when he surveys me and August.“The Royal Healer, right?” He tilts his head in confusion as his gaze lands on me. “And the King. I can’t say I expected bo

MONICA.“Roman.”The name sounds strange on my lips before I can even try to shift back into my Human form. I step away from Hyden and I realize that he really is dead. His eyes are open in fear, wide and glassy, staring at nothing. A pool of his own blood surrounds him like a halo, like wings, seeping into the grass and the dry dirt. The smell wafts into my nose, invading my lungs like some kind of putrid gas that’s meant to make me feel sick.And I am sick. I can’t believe what I just did.Now Roman is standing closer. He doesn’t keep his wide eyes off me. I can’t read his expression; my vision is not meant to see the finer details of his face. But I don’t need to have that ability. I can sense his fear, his judgment.“You killed him,” he says again, his voice fainter this time. “Hyden….”I can’t speak. I’m still in my huge, lumbering wolf form. All that escapes my lips is a whimper, a whine.Roman shakes his head like he doesn’t want to believe it. “Monica, how did you….”I back of

ROMAN.Two days has passed since all of the recent events, and yet in many ways, I still feel stuck."The funeral is already set," August tells me as we make our way to the balcony with the perfect view of the training grounds. "The body has been prepped for cremation. Everyone has been incredibly... supportive.""And by supportive, you mean?""They know that Hyden has never been the good guy." August looks conflicted. "Look. I have never heard anyone say that he was murdered in cold blood. Everyone understands that it was self defense. No one has talked about Monica that way."I know that he's not lying. Over the past couple of days, many people have come to the palace with flowers, but not for Hyden. For Monica. They’ve expressed their sympathy over what happened, and it's helped a lot. Monica has become a little bit more sure of herself, more eager to train. More eager to move on.That's actually where we're heading now, to see how she's doing in training.August and I arrive, watc