Todos os capítulos de His Regret: The Alpha King Wants Me Now: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

MONICA.I take a step back, alarmed by Roman’s sudden flash of anger. The room seems to be getting smaller. A small voice in my head is telling me to run, but my heart, full of nothing but love and concern for him, tells me to stay.My heart wins.“Roman,” I start to say, my voice gentle despite my nerves. I approach him, cupping his face in my hands and meeting his eyes. “Surely you don’t mean that, do you? Why would you punish me for anything?”Instead of softening like he always does with me when he shows the first signs of his fiery temper, he smirks. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I can smell the witch on you. Where have you been and what did you do?”Before I can say anything, he grabs my wrists and holds them up, his grip tight. Blood pools up in my palms and I watch in real time as they seem to swell before my eyes. I struggle against his grip, my voice stuck in my throat, but he’s keeping me in place just fine. In fact, his fists are tightening around my wrists more and more with

MONICA.I freeze in fright, staring at the pinpricks of light in the shadows. It’s fixed on me. A delusional part of me wants to think that this is just a trick of the light or the remnant of some dream, but it’s not. It’s real.And it fills me with dread.“Who are you?” I demand, getting ready to shift into my wolf form. The dream has already put me on edge and this is just making this worse. “Why are you here?”The thing doesn’t answer. It doesn’t move either. I can only see its outline, the vague shape of it. I know I should call for help because I’m afraid, but thinking about my dreams and what that man said… it suddenly fills me with a strange sense of bravery. Maybe recklessness.I get to my feet, clenching my fists. I march over to the corner, waiting for the thing to jump at me so I have an excuse to kill it.But as soon as I get close, it also vanishes in thin air. A puff of smoke, disintegrating in the darkness like it’s been a part of it this whole time.I step back in surp

MONICA.My whole world stops at those words. It seems like they're traveling at super low speed, whirling around my head and lingering in the air, refusing to have a touch down and land right where they belong.But when the words finally start making sense to me, I just stand there silently."Do you mean to say that. . . ." I falter. There's a lump in my throat that no swallowing can hold back. Still, I take a couple of deep breaths and look at Anais. "Do you mean to say that there's someone or something else inside his body right now? Someone who is taking control?"Anais shakes her head. "I don't think so. At least, not right now. I think they’re still trying to get ahold of him.”"What do we do now?" August asks in horror. “I have never heard of such a thing before. This has to be some kind of dark level. I don’t understand how that was even possible. We need to get him out of that state. There has to be a way to jog his memories and make him remember.”“We can do that, right?” I s

ROMAN.I’m losing it.The conclusion tastes strong in my mouth. So strong that I just stare at myself in the mirror for a long time.There are so many moments where I remember nothing. The past couple of days is an example of that. No matter how hard I think and try to remember, I come up with nothing. No one has come to see me, which is something that I did ask for, but I really thought someone would try.All I can think about is Monica.“Your time in the bathroom is up, your Grace,” the guard outside the door says. “You’re not allowed to linger in there.”Yeah, I almost forgot about the guards watching my every move. I see them looking at me sometimes like I’m volatile. This particular guard is doing exactly that, staring at me like I’m going to go ape-shit any moment. I just head out into the bedroom area, sitting close the locked window.He still watches me.“You can go,” I tell him. “I’m not going to hurt myself just because my wife doesn’t visit me.”My words seem to shock him.

ROMAN.With that, my body collapses. The coldness is gone, replaced with a fever-like heat that lashes at my senses when the voice gives me back my control. I start to convulse, screaming in pain, my throat raw from the fire consuming me from within.I clamp my lips together despite the need to scream for help. I refuse to draw attention back to me. I refuse to have Monica turn back so I can have the opportunity to hurt her again.This voice inside me… it’s dangerous.“For some time I have allowed you to seize control,” it tells me menacingly as it cranks up the pain in my mind. “For weeks I tried to do this nicely. But you left me no choice.”“Who are you?” is all I can manage to ask. “What do you need from me? What do you need from my family?”“I want what was taken from me,” the voice says. “I want my birthright. I want the bride that was promised to me. I want the life I was always destined to have. I was forced into the shadows by your kind, but that’s over now. In fact, one of y