All Chapters of Once His Mate, Now His Regret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Matthias CroweWatching Cassiel disappear into Aurielle’s room did something to me. Something deep. Something I didn’t know how to name. It felt like something was being severed, stripped out of me—not just emotionally, but physically. My headache came back in full force, like someone had cracked open my skull and was pressing hot iron into the bone. My chest ached too, low and tight and strange, like a pressure I couldn’t shake.My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Restless. Uncomfortable. And then suddenly, it recoiled. Like it was being pulled, tugged away, detached from something—or someone—it once recognized.I instinctively lifted my hand to my chest, my fingers curling over my heart. The tea—the one Aurielle had spit out—had splashed onto my hands and soaked into my shirt. Was that it? Was that what was making me feel like my body was rejecting itself?I turned sharply toward the doctor. “Tell me more about that plant. The Bleeding Bellis. How easy is it to acquire?”From the corner

Cassiel AldricAurielle was in pain.Not the kind you could bandage, stitch, or dull with medication. This was deeper—emotional agony that radiated off her like heat from a fire. Her sobs had turned into shallow gasps before she passed out again from sheer exhaustion, and even unconscious, she looked shattered.There wasn’t much I could do. And that alone made me furious. My arms were around her, holding her through the worst of it, but I felt powerless. Useless. I haven’t felt that way in so long, it reminded me of why I became powerful in the first place. To never feel this way again. Aurielle’s grief was gut-wrenching, and it was worse knowing the person responsible for all of this—Matthias—was still walking around untouched.When the nurses arrived, they approached carefully, speaking in soft, clinical voices. They had to sedate her again—her breathing had gone erratic, her pulse jumping. I reluctantly shifted away from the bed, giving them space to work. My hand lingered a second

I was discharged the next morning after Meriam and Maxwell’s visit. The nurses walked me through everything—what to watch for, what medications to finish, what symptoms to report. But most of the words passed through me like a breeze I couldn’t feel. I was still numb.Meriam insisted on driving me home. She gently told me I didn’t need to be alone. I think she, like everyone else, was afraid I’d do something drastic. Maybe take my own life.I won’t. But I understand why they’re scared. There’s a silence in me that feels dangerous, like a room with all the lights off and no windows.Meriam offered me a room in her home, and even offered to have Maxwell drive out to retrieve anything I needed. But I’d already made my decision. I was moving out of this pack. I’d already booked a cab. I didn’t own much anyway—just a few bags of clothes, shoes, and personal items. My life could fit in the trunk of a mid-sized sedan.Either I’d go to Cassiel’s house, or to the spare house he offered me. Som

Aurielle DuVallI called Cassiel during the cab ride. The pack blurred past the window, but I barely noticed it. My thoughts were too loud. They questioned everything, and a stupid part of me had tried to cling to the guilty look on Matthias’s face.But I’m not that pitiful.“I packed up,” I told him quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I need the key to the house.”He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll bring it to you myself.”“No, Cassiel,” I said quickly, almost too quickly. “You’ve done enough. You have work, a council seat, and a whole pack to manage. I don’t want you leaving more responsibilities behind just because of me.”He insisted, his tone gentle but firm. “It’s not a burden, Aurielle. I’ll be there.”The ride stretched on, long and still. My body ached. My head throbbed. I didn’t want to go straight to the gated community—some part of me just wanted to sit in silence somewhere, nowhere. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go.We arrived at the tall iron gates that enclosed the

Matthias Crowe/ONE MONTH LATER/Nerissa was pacing again.Her heels clicked against the floor in an uneven rhythm that grated on my already frayed nerves. She looked elegant, her hair swept into a tight bun, dress pressed to perfection, but the constant movement gave away her anxiety. Her fingers twisted the corner of her shawl over and over again.I sat in the leather armchair by the window, watching her with a blank expression. She was nervous—understandably so. This was our first official event together since everything changed.Since the divorce.The process had moved faster than expected. Much faster. I’d been told divorces between high-ranking wolves could take months, sometimes years, to finalize if contested. But Aurielle hadn’t fought it. Hadn’t argued. She’d simply shown up to the council meeting when summoned about four days after she left, stood beside me in silence, and signed the documents the same day.We said our piece—what little there was to say. She remained cold,