All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Cassiel Aldric Rhysland continued when I said nothing to him, and I could tell he was hoping for a denial, some form of comfort I would not give. His eyes were glassy, but there was a steadiness in his voice that made it clear he meant what he said.“I know how you think sometimes, Cassiel. You wish I wasn’t born. You see me as some half-sibling you wish you could get rid of.”“Yes.” I said it without hesitation. Pain flashed across his face like a crack in glass, raw and jagged, but I did not stop. “I do wish I could get rid of you. And I could, Rhysland. I truly could. But I don’t. You are still my brother. I like you when you are sober, when you are doing your job, when you are that good person who exists underneath the alcohol. But those moments are rare. Your faults outweigh them. You are never sober for more than a few months, and even then, it is only because you have some girl distracting you before you ultimately cheat on her or drive her to meet someone better. You can eit

Cassiel AldricI knew he was not going to listen to me. He never really did. It is almost laughable how predictable Rhysland can be when he decides that his pride is worth more than the voice of reason. Am I partly to blame for his attitude? For the bitterness and the defiance that lives in him like a second skin? I do not think so. He is a grown man, not a child who can be shaped by the influence of a brother alone. He can sense when my patience wears thin, when anger flashes in my chest, yet he chooses to ignore the countless times I stood for him. He refuses to remember all the moments I protected him, covered for him, defended his name when no one else would, or when I stayed up nights tending to the wounds he could not explain.The truth is, I have done my part in being a good brother. Perhaps more than I should have. But what is worse than the truth is that I am going to miss the good parts of my half-brother. Not everything is meant to last, though. I will miss the parts of Rh

Aurielle DuVall“Your sister takes you on this trip,” Cassiel began, his tone even, almost clinical, as if he were laying out a battle plan. “She has already devised a plan to fake her death and frame you for it. With a scheme like that, I doubt she ever intended on coming back. Let us assume she found someone who caught her attention. Someone who could give her exactly what she wanted without forcing her to waste time manipulating him at every turn.”I nodded slowly, following the thread of his reasoning. He had a way of weaving logic together so tightly that it left little room for doubt. Cassiel was not merely speculating; he was reconstructing Nerissa’s choices based on what I had told him about her, what he had learned of Matthias, and what he had extracted from those men who had tried to kill me. His mind was a net, and once he cast it, every detail was caught.“But,” Cassiel continued, his gaze steady on me, “she also found a way to keep tormenting you. Because in her mind, yo

Aurielle DuVallI woke up before Cassiel, which was a first for me. For a moment, my vision blurred, the edges of the room softening as though I had not quite returned from the dream world. My wolf stirred quietly inside me, calmer than she had ever been, a warm, silken feeling sliding over my body like a protective veil.I turned my head toward him. Cassiel lay perfectly still, his breathing deep and steady, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that felt ancient, grounding. His features seemed sharper in the early light, carved with lines of strength and gentleness that made him look almost unreal. Peaceful. My heart tugged at the sight.I leaned closer until the tips of our noses brushed together. A flutter danced in my stomach, unexpected but sweet, and I let out a small sigh, careful not to wake him.I knew I needed to get up, to face the day waiting for me. Work had to be placed on hold, at least temporarily, while I took on this job with Matthias. Even before that, though,

Matthias CroweI walked around, monitoring what Nerissa was doing. She kept calling the company responsible for planning our engagement party. Saying one minute she didn’t want everything so white. Then, arguing that the cameramen focused too much on Aurielle. She was getting more and more upset by the minute. I never knew one person could reach this level of anger. She screamed after another call went nowhere. They told her the same thing. She signed the contract. They can do what they want with the pictures. And she needs to stop complaining about the ex-luna being all over the pictures. She was invited. Which was my fault. Fuck, I could have avoided half the drama had I not invited Aurielle. But then again, I wouldn’t have gotten to see her in that dress. I was once her husband. Once, the man she wanted to share a bed with. For once, can’t I just go back in time? I would get on my knees. Marry her properly. Treat her right. Throw all of Nerissa’s photos out. Kiss her each time