บททั้งหมดของ His Regret: The Alpha King Wants Me Now: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

MONICA.The air rings with my uncertainty, clinging to the wind like a bad perfume. I press my back harder against the tree trunk as though it would absorb me with just enough pressure. Is this real? I know that I haven't been sleeping the best, and I know that that can lead to funky stuff. I might just be imagining this whole thing.I mean, when was the last time I saw Cassandra? It's been so long that I can't even remember. Hell, I also don't remember the last time her name came up in conversations. I just know that Janus told me that she had to be put away for what she did to me.Seeing this version of her now makes me doubt a lot of things. It makes me doubt if this is even real. But then again, why would she be something I would hallucinate when she hasn't crossed my mind in forever.But the smell of blood and unwashed flesh is what brings me back.This is real. I hear her. I smell her. I see her.And she's still trying to crawl closer to me."Help me, please," she begs, holding

ROMAN."Are you sure we need to do this?" August asks as soon as be joins me in the morgue. "We don't have to do it today. We were going to have a ceremony and everything. We can wait until then.""I don't think we should," I murmur. "Not with the mark that my dear brother tattooed on his own arm."Even though it turns my stomach to be doing this, I slide Hyden's body into the fire and wait for the flames to swallow his entire body.I step back and let the smoke funnel into the tube and out into the air. Some of the smoke remains in the room, and the smell of burning flesh wafts through my nose. My eyes start to water, but I don't think it's from smoke and the smell. I should say something. I should at least have something honorable to say about him. But I don't. And maybe that's the saddest thing of all.The flames take ahold of Hyden, consuming him completely until there's nothing left but his ashes. The last of my family, now being swept into a brass urn.I don't even have an ide

ROMAN.I turn the letter over in my hand, thinking that surely this is some kind of trick. It didn’t even try to be subtle. It had no attempts to hide what’s going on. Which makes me wonder if this whole operation with the Disciple is as hidden as we all thought it was. This is about Cassandra. I don’t know how long it’s been here, but it’s not a coincidence that she found her way here and tried to ask Monica to kill her and end her misery. Some semblance of a picture starts to form in my mind.So, Hyden used my decision to have Cassandra to be imprisoned in the northern penitentiary as a chance to hurt her. As to why… maybe she knows something about his connection to the Disciple. Hell, maybe she even knows about his plans to bring Monica to their leader. After all, they did work together before. Maybe their agreement was that he would help her become my Luna Queen, and she would help him get Monica.Or maybe Cassandra was a part of it.But why was she harmed if she was? Did she ch

MONICA.Roman’s cock slams into me, deep and hard, stealing my breath away and leaving me panting. My body jolts on all fours, the bed creaking under me as the force of his thrust pushes me forward. I grip the sheets for balance, my skin tingling with pleasure as his cock fills me up all the way.His hands clamp on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. His possessiveness is taking over, evident by the low growl coming out of his lips, rumbling in his chest. My pussy clenches around his length, aching for more as I arch my back and try to take more of him.“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, leaning in so he can kiss my neck. “Don’t make me lose my patience.”“Maybe that’s what I want,” I murmur, backing my ass up.Roman pulls back in response, and I moan, my body shaking as he thrusts again. This time, he goes even harder. Impossibly deep. The sound of his skin slapping on mine echoes in the room. The air around is thickens with lust, but it's not enough for me. I spread my legs wi

ROMAN.A mix of rage and sadness fills my heart, and for a moment I don’t know what to do with either of those emotions. I just stand there, staring at the paper, more closely at the words, like they would change any moment.The denial coursing through me is strong. Somehow a part of me still believes that Monica never left, and she’s going to show up in there somewhere, telling me that she never meant to steal the car and scare me.I even look around, like a little fool, like I’m going to find some trace of her here that I somehow haven’t noticed before. But of course, that doesn’t happen. That doesn’t come. “Roman,” Janus says, his voice soft and full of regret. I feel his hand on my shoulder. “What does it say, son? Is it from her?”I only nod. I take a look at the paper again, inhaling what’s left of her scent on it. There’s a huge lump in my throat. I just fold the paper back again and shove it in my pocket. I don’t know why, but even in my anger I can’t bring myself to just cr