All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 301 - Chapter 307

“I can’t tell if this is going to be good news for you. You didn’t exactly take the first news well.” Doctor R started, which made me feel uneasy. What was she planning to tell me? That I was sick again.I’d stopped taking the elixir, though my face is now all over the bottle. It’s been sold as medicine to help women facing issues with having children. Things have been good. My honeymoon is over. My luna ceremony went well, the people of the ravager pack accepted me with a few issues, and Eliana is in a relationship with Matthias. That last part is strange and feels like I’m in a fever dream, but it doesn’t bother me. Everything else is going well for me. I had my luna ceremony the week after my honeymoon. It was really beautiful. The ravagers definitely do things differently. There’s alot of blood involved. That’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I had my check-up a week ago and got a call back. Doctor R said it was too important to discuss over the phone. So here I am. In her of

Every time I’ve been scared in my life aurielle has always been involved.I knew from what I’d learned about my family that not only would marking be dangerous, but childbirth too. It was easier for my mother because she’s an Aldric herself. Though she did have some complications with her first child, yours truly. Aurielle is different.“This is your dick’s fault.”Her hormones have been fine. No moods, a lot of sickness both morning and night.“If you’d kept it to yourself i wouldn’t be pregnant.”She never complains.“Asshole. Goddess, we need to give you a vasectomy.”She doesn't insult me. Or throws things at me. I moved my head, and a pillow slammed into the wall behind me. She’s been nothing but delightful the entire journey. The issue started around the sixth month. Apparently, my children— yeah, they’re mine when they piss off their mother— decided they would use her body as training grounds for their developing powers.Those pups don’t kick her. I wish it were that simple.

/TEN YEARS LATER/I knelt in my garden, careful fingers working through the rose bushes as I clipped away the thorns one by one. The scent of crushed petals clung to the air, sweet and green. Behind me, Rhea rolled across the grass like she had lost a personal war with gravity, dirt smearing her uniform as she laughed to herself.At fifteen, I can confidently say my daughter is a crackhead. Yes, that is the most accurate word I have.Has she ever touched drugs? No. Has she ever landed herself in a hospital bed? Also no. She is annoyingly healthy, with flawless self-healing and endless energy. And yet she behaves like she is permanently wired on something illegal. Loud, fearless, unstoppable.Remy grew up to be her opposite in every way. A gentle soul, soft spoken and painfully shy, just like his aunt. He is deeply introverted now, the kind of boy who wilts in crowded spaces and panics if too many voices overlap. He grew to resent noise when a group of rogues broke into our home when he