All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I don’t know how to feel. My sister had just accused me of attacking her... without saying a single word. Matthias believed her, which isn’t weird, it’s actually kind of normal for him to take the side of the devil. But I’m just baffled. Was that like thirty seconds? A minute at most. The moment Nerissa left like the snake she is, Matthias dropped his fake smile.“What did you do?” he whispered, yelled. Like she was going to hear him. Actually, she might. I get the feeling she didn’t leave at all. She’s probably glued to the door wanting to hear him berate me. Well, I have a doctor’s appointment, and I will not be insulted today. “What did I do? What is wrong with you? Your ex pops up after three years, feeds you some story, and you immediately believe it? You believe she hasn’t been dating or seeing someone else. You think she was actually finding herself? You believe everything she tells you, even without proof? You are the definition of a fool.” I don’t know why I spilled my in

Kneeling for four hours was nothing. I’d been forced to kneel for longer. My knees will probably never be the same. After being there, glaring at Nerissa’s pictures. I was finally able to leave when a servant came to inform me that my four hours were up. Of course, Matthias had told them. I went straight to my room, showered, and changed my clothes into something nicer. Something I considered cute, because I needed a way to cheer myself up. And after rubbing some ointment on my knees, I needed to get out of here. Go to my appointment, eat something. And talk to Cassiel. I looked at myself in the mirror. If you ignore the sadness in my eyes, you’d think I was beautiful. I'm wearing a soft, dreamy outfit that feels like something out of a romantic countryside fairytale. My top is a delicate, off-white knit camisole with thin straps and a subtle floral embroidery in the center—it's fitted and feminine, hugging my shape without being too tight. It has a slightly vintage, handmade charm

The plan was to sleep somewhere else to avoid the meltdown that would happen when my parents, Nerissa, Matthias and matthias’s parents end up at dinner tonight. I shall not be heading for that mess. And not to mention that Matthias texted me to inform me that his grandmother would be there. If the devil had a mother it would be that woman. So I’m not going to waste my time with that. I think my stress levels might never go down if i show up there. I lodged at a classy hotel for the night, and ordered delicious meal. I took off my shoes and crawled into the bed. Letting myself sleep without worrying about someone breaking in to attack me or some stupid shit like that. For the first time i felt like i was having a peaceful sleep. It made me uncomfortable. I’d never slept so soundily in my life. It felt nice, and nice was uncomfortable. I was halfway through the best sleep of my life when the hotel phone rang. I know it’s the hotel phone because mine is silenced. And on do-not-disturb

I could have spent the night at the hotel, but it already seemed like the best plan for me. But I got a knock on my room door, and it was from the cleaning lady here to tell me that the receptionist downstairs told her to pass me a message. It was from Matthias, at like nine pm. /Come home, now./That was all, but I could smell his pheromones through that single piece of paper. It made me feel funny. Like worried, funny because I could sense how angry he was. So I got my things and checked out early. I took a cab home, sighing all the way because I was relaxed and getting more than enough sleep. I’d spoken to Cassiel on the phone twice. He called again to check in on me. And surprisingly, he understood when I told him I was at a hotel to get away from my problems. Knowing about my pregnancy and the divorce, he was more than understanding. Telling me to chill in a bath and pretend my problems didn’t exist. I like him. He’s so caring. But now I’m driving back to them. Dear goddess

Showing up with Nerissa was a mistake—I can admit that now. I acted out of anger, plain and simple. She said she wanted to come, and I let her. Meanwhile, Aurielle had locked herself in her room for three days, refusing food, refusing to speak. According to the staff, she hadn’t made a sound since the night she called me a wife beater.That word… it hit harder than I expected. She said it to wound me, and it worked. Aurielle always knew how to twist things, how to cast herself as the victim and paint everyone else as villains in her melodrama. Still, I shouldn’t have retaliated by parading someone else in front of the entire pack before the ink on our divorce was even dry. That was shortsighted. It looked bad—really bad. The judgment was thick in the air, and no one was more obvious than Alpha Aldric.The man had everything—respect, position, the approval of the entire council—and he still had the nerve to look down on me like I was some reckless pup. Worse, I swear he looked pleased.