Semua Bab Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Some days, it feels like the world is determined to break you in half.Today was one of those days. Because yes, I cannot catch a break. My stress, my health, and having this baby are proving to be hell for me. I finally stepped out of the house after what felt like an eternity. Being kept inside—like some fragile thing behind glass—was beginning to drive me mad. I wanted a moment away from Matthias and Nerissa. But I’ve spent too much time indoors. I think even Cassiel was worried about me. I couldn’t breathe in that house. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t think without hearing the echo of Matthias’s voice or feeling the phantom weight of his hands around my throat.I wore a black turtleneck to cover the bruise still blooming across my neck, a haunting reminder of just how far things had gone. The fabric felt suffocating, but not as suffocating as the stares I knew I’d get if I let it show.I was supposed to see Cassiel today. I knew from the second I turned on my phone and saw his missed

Cassiel is, without a doubt, one of the calmest men I’ve ever met. There’s a quietness to him that feels less like silence and more like steady ground—something solid to hold onto when everything else feels like it’s crumbling. After I refused to explain where I got the bruise on my neck, he didn’t push. He didn’t yell, accuse, or even flinch. He just studied me for a moment with those steady, unreadable eyes, then gently told me he was taking me to his house.His actual home. His pack. A place I’ve never been before.I hadn’t realized how far it was—three hours from the gas station, tucked into the green expanse of the lowland hills, where the trees hang heavy with age and the roads twist like old secrets. The car ride started with an anxious knot tightening in my stomach, the kind that made me fidget and check my phone even though I wasn’t expecting any messages. But slowly, mile by mile, awe started to bloom in its place.His territory is stunning. Like a dream. The pack land unfol

I sighed again, deeper this time, scrolling down past the photos, past the speculation. People were saying the whistleblower was causing problems, others were asking who cheated first. There was.... so much going on. My inbox was still lit up with his name. Matthias – 4 missed calls. I didn’t open any of them. Didn’t have the energy.Because I already knew how it would go. He’d be angry. He’d shout. He would blame me. It’s getting really, really old. I closed my eyes momentarily, remembering a time—three years ago—when I believed in him. When I looked at Matthias through rose-tinted glasses and told myself that maybe he’d grow to love me, that maybe if I tried harder, did more, waited longer—he’d see me. I worked hard. My memory falls back to a night when he’d been overworking and I’d offered him a massage. He let me. He looked so warm and relaxed, he ended up falling asleep after that. I remember watching him, unable to look away, and thinking about what it would feel like for him

This was the third, maybe fourth time Aurielle had not returned home. I’d dealt with the problems of the news myself, instructing Nerissa not to leave the house. I didn’t want people to think anything was wrong. I had to make a speech after my mother posted that the man in the photo was a close friend and that it was nothing compared to me showing up at a luna ceremony.She threw me under the boss. My literal mother threw me under the boss.My statement explained that my wife and I were divorcing because we had fallen out of love, and neither of us had cheated. I explained that Nerissa was Aurielle’s sister and Aurielle had been sick. And that she had consented to me taking her sister. Despite not knowing who the man was, i had to say that he was a friend to us both. Things won’t change over night but i run this pack. If the stations continued to paint me badly, I’ll have no choice but to use my powers and influence to make sure they shut down the rumors. Nerissa was visibly upset a

I don't know how I slept through the night despite feeling flustered. It was weird. Cassiel was supposed to be a friend So why did I find it so strange when he looked at me with such intensity?It's not like this was the first time he did it.I felt odd the next morning, but Cassiel was still nice. The ride back home felt longer than it should have.Cassiel had called the cab for me, even waited outside with me until it pulled up, that calm expression still on his face. Breakfast had been... sweet. Quiet. We’d sat across from each other, stealing glances we thought the other wouldn’t catch. I was shy, hiding behind my coffee cup like a coward, and he was gracious enough not to say anything about it.It felt normal. Gentle. Like the kind of morning that follows a night spent with someone you trust. The kind of morning I hadn’t realized I’d missed until I had it again.“Call me when you get there,” he’d said, holding the car door for me. “I will,” I’d told him, swallowing back the w