All Chapters of His Regret: The Alpha King Wants Me Now: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MONICA.My nerves are killing me.I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I look ridiculous with my red silk nightgown with a matching robe. There’s probably nothing else for us to do there but sleep, and yet Padma has put some makeup on me.Would Roman think that I’m trying to make a move on him?I shake my head, trying to step away from the mirror. Yet I find myself unable to. It’s as though I’m waiting for my appearance to change. I don’t even know what I want it to change into.At last, Padma seems to notice. “Lady Monica? Are you alright?”“Yeah,” I say absently, biting my lip as I finally peel my eyes off my reflection. “Should we head out now?”“Yes,” she says. “The King should be back to his chambers now. He’s been released a couple of hours ago. I think I told you this?”She did. But somehow I forgot about that tiny piece of important information. In other words, I’m losing my goddamn mind.“You know, we can always delay. I can tell them that you’re not ready for that y

ROMAN.I’m happily drowning in Monica.Her slick pussy is just inches away from my lips, and I’m just lost in her. Her scent, her taste that I remember so well. I almost want to lean in to meet her halfway. But knowing that she could back off and freak out any moment just made me want to stay still and get her comfortable enough to ride my face.Monica bites her lip. “Guide me.”The vulnerability in her voice makes me snap, crossing the line from gentle to assertive. Possibly rough. But I can still see the effects of what I did to her in the bathhouse and that’s enough for me to reel it all back in. Still, I keep my grip on her reasonably firm as I grip her ass and pull her forward until her pussy is directly on my mouth.A sequel escapes her lips in surprise. Her body stiffens, and I can tell that she wants to stop and say something, but I just part her pussy lips with my mouth and trace my tongue around her clit. I drag it around, looking up at her. She’s watching me, her eyebrows s

MONICA.Panic seizes my heart like a fist, clamping over it so hard that for a moment I feel like I’m not alive. I wipe the liquid on the hem of my dress, and the stain comes away like dried blood.I stare at my hand, waiting for the black to disappear. Hyden just watches me, calm, as though he already knew this long before. It’s fading now as I wipe my hand on my skirt over and over, but I can still see traces of it.“Maybe there’s a different way to confirm,” I stammer. “That can’t be the only way. And that can’t be the most accurate.”“Unfortunately, that’s the most accurate test that I have,” Hyden says, his voice low. To my surprise, he reaches for me with his good hand. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to tell my brother anything. We can keep that a secret until we figure out what we need to do.”I just nod, but everything inside me is starting to wither away.What will Roman do if he finds out? I mean, he already hears whispers every now and then. He knows about the healing thing. W

ROMAN.Denial washes over me like a giant wave, flattening me on the edge of the ocean. I turn to Padma and she slowly lifts her gaze towards mine like she’s asking for help.And I want to give it to her. I know how the poison feels and it’s genuinely the most painful thing I have experienced, but right now all I can do is look back at her. My mind is actively denying the possible facts.But August isn’t shying away from them.“I don’t mean to blame your mate, you know that,” he starts to say. “But Padma hasn’t been anywhere outside even the palace. As soon as she woke up and got dressed, she immediately tried to look for Monica. She wasn’t anywhere close to you when you were poisoned either. The only connection is Monica.”Padma tries to shake her head, but the pain only makes her wince. August puts a hand on her forehead, steadying her. “She couldn’t have done this. She has no capacity to do this. Please, don’t punish her for something out of her control….”“I won’t do that,” I just

MONICA.I take a step back, my heart beating in my ears. My mouth is dry, like it's filled up with sand. The river rushes behind me, and soon enough I can feel it soaking up the back of my dress. The currents are getting stronger, the water getting higher. Soon enough, the riverbank will disappear.Yet the wolf continues to advance towards me, growling deep in its belly. It's so huge that the sound makes vibrations on the ground, making my chest hum.Its eyes glint in the fading light of the afternoon, sharp and intelligent. I open my mouth, knowing that it would understand every word I speak to it.But looking more closely at it makes me realize that its coat isn't entirely dark. There's a mark on its forehead, a golden crescent moon.And it seems to be beckoning me to touch it.I lift my hand, reaching out to touch the mark. The fur of the beast is surprisingly soft. I find myself relaxing, assured by a strange energy that says I won't be harmed here."Who are you?" I whisper, but s