All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cassiel clicked his tongue against his teeth, a sound of frustration he rarely let show. “I hope you know you deserve better than what he’s doing to you. You deserve better , period. You need to start standing up for yourself. Stop trying to protect someone who wouldn't do the same for you. Stay here tonight. Please.”I’d never had a man of his status beg. And why is he begging? He doesn’t need to do that. I feel embarrassed.I glanced around his place again. It was warm. Safe. Everything being in a house with Matthias never was. A part of me wanted to say no. Wanted to prove I could still face the world, hold my head high, pretend everything was fine. But I wasn’t fine. Not even close. And with the news painting me as the villain, as the unfaithful wife, I didn’t have the strength to face the judging eyes and whispered rumors.Still, staying here meant more rumors. More fuel for the fire. Not coming home would give me a bad look. But what was worse, protecting an image that wasn’t eve

But I stopped myself from saying something amount the mountain of questions filling my head.Before I could pivot back to the kitchen or even comment casually, Cassiel’s phone began to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and frowned slightly.“Excuse me,” he said quietly, already turning to step away.“Of course,” I replied, watching him disappear down the hallway. I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.There was something about him— Cassiel. He didn’t crowd me. He didn’t ask more than he had to. But he noticed things. He saw things. And somehow, without doing much at all, he made me feel safe. It was disarming, in the best and most terrifying way.Rolling up my sleeves, I turned back to the kitchen and began opening cabinets, checking for ingredients. The fridge was well-stocked—fresh vegetables, free-range eggs, a glass container of marinated chicken, even herbs tied together with string like he’d just picked them from a garden.Of course, he

Aurielle DuVallI couldn’t stop staring at Cassiel’s scars.They ran jagged along his back and shoulder, some still an angry red, others a duller brown where healing had begun but not finished. And yet, they looked too fresh. The kind of wounds that should have healed by now for someone like him. Not to mention the faint scent in the air: sharp, herbal, and metallic—he was using a salve. A strong one, too. I recognized yarrow, golden seal, and something else... maybe crushed wolfsbane root? No wonder it smelled bitter.I blinked out of my daze when he finally spoke.“You’re awake,” Cassiel said, voice calm but laced with fatigue.I hadn’t realized I’d been standing there, frozen in the doorway, absorbing the sight of him shirtless and injured, bathed in soft morning light from the window. I shook myself and stepped in fully, letting the door fall shut with a quiet click behind me.“When did this happen?” I asked, voice lower than I meant.He sighed through his nose and shifted slightly

Matthias CroweThe tea had gotten all over me.It soaked into my shirt, clinging to the fabric with a foul stickiness. I could smell it now—now that I wasn’t distracted by Aurielle’s dramatics. It was acrid, bitter, sharp in a way that lingered in the back of my throat. Not soothing, not herbal. Just... wrong.I brushed the dampness off my chest with my palm, frowning at the stubborn smear it left behind. It looked like tea, but didn’t feel like it. My fingers tingled faintly, probably in my head. It had to be.Nerissa appeared quietly beside me, offering a towel. I took it without a word. Her hands were shaking slightly. Her eyes, soft and watery, flicked toward the kitchen where Aurielle had gone stomping off. She was always making a scene.“She’s being dramatic,” I muttered, dabbing the towel on my shirt. “It smells like crap, sure, but it’s not going to kill her. You made the same thing for yourself, right?”Nerissa didn’t say anything at first. She stood beside me with her hands f

Cassiel AldricMy office was as routine as ever— cold, efficient, and filled with paperwork that reeked of incompetence. I flipped through another stack of forms, each one more disappointing than the last. Packs from across the territory had sent in their recommendations for liaison betas—candidates I could help and teach how to elevate their own packs and aid their alphas. That was the plan, at least.But the reality?They were sending me their weakest links. Beta after beta with no field experience, no background in administrative leadership, and no connection to their alpha or the pack's inner circle. A few were fresh hires who hadn’t even gone through proper trials. Some lacked even basic military discipline. I wasn’t here to babysit. I was offering an opportunity—an actual structure to help stabilize our world—and they responded by treating it like a dumping ground.None of them were worth my time. I know that sounds harsh, but I couldn’t care less. I’m not in the business of hand