All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S REGRET : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

*****DARELL'S POV***** I drew in a shaky breath. Then another. In. Out. In again. Trying so hard to keep my shit all together. My heart pounded harder with every second. I could hear the pulse in my ears, feel it clawing up my throat. When I swallowed, my throat made that rough, audible sound — a reminder that I wasn’t calm at all. Earlier when I went to meet Emma, to ask her questions that I dreaded most, I wasn't really in my right mind. Because some fractured part of me had truly believed she might say she might not want to go through with the bonding. That she might just want to force herself. So I took a bold step to ask her if she really do want this. And if she had told me she couldn't… I would’ve had no other choice but to respect her decision. Because loving her — truly loving her — meant wanting her happiness above my own, even if it destroyed me. But she hadn’t walked away. Instead, she took my hands in hers, the same hands that I had hurt her with

“Of course she would. But just in a different way. She is going to…..”“Are you serious right now? The supreme Luna would not say her vows? Where the hell have you heard that in the entire history?” James lashed at Carmen.“She…”“And who exactly are you?” Another voice came up, cutting her off again. “This is the most important…..”“She is the bride’s friend. You can already see that.” I interrupted.“And my Luna will take her oath with the use of sign language while it will be interpreted for the entirety of the guests here.”“But…”“But what, Lawrence? Just get the damn things done right now!”*******CARMEN'S POV******After the short drama, the wedding continued.Emma’s hands moved gracefully through the air as she signed her vows in delicate gestures, while I stood beside her, translating each word aloud.She had worked so hard to learn this in just a few days before the wedding. But as everyone knew—when Emma set her mind on something, she always made it happen.My voice tremble

*****Emma's POV****Tonight felt different.More than ever.I couldn't really say the reasons why it felt different, as there were many reasons, but out of all of those reasons, it was because of…My fingers drift to my neck, touching the tender place where his mark now lives permanently on my skin, a symbol that I am his entirely, and a smile graces my face as I just couldn't believe it.That I have been marked. By him.And I would forever be called his.After all these years, it has finally happened.The thought blooms in my chest like spring after an endless winter, and happiness floods through me so intensely it almost hurts. My hand gently rubs Darell's hand, which is around me, as my mind wanders back through everything we've endured to get here.Lying in the back, the rusted leaves keep making sounds as each breeze passes by. But I wasn't cold as Darell's arm was wrapped around me possessively, his face buried in the curve of my shoulder, and each exhale he made sent a wave of

The reception hall glowed with golden light from countless candles and chandeliers strung across the ceiling with Darell and I standing together on the podium, our fingers intertwined and all eyes fixed on us.After those passionate times out there, under the full moon, we both headed back to the dressing room where I changed into something simpler but still elegant: a flowing, champagne-colored dress that let me breathe and move freely. No long tail dragging behind me.But I still couldn't take my mind off from every touch of his, his scent which still lingers on me and the way his breath had tangled with mine until I felt completely consumed as he made sure that I am well satisfied before he lets go of me.Darrell's finger tightened around me as he began his speech, his voice carrying easily across the hushed guest who had reduced in numbers as some didn't wait for the reception because of their busy schedules.“I want to take this moment to thank you all for being here today,” he b

I didn't know why, but something about him makes me uneasy and a cold, unsettling aura hits me out of nowhere. My arms instinctively wrap around myself as I stare at him, feeling a mix of anger and… something else I can’t quite name. But what exactly was he doing here? “Oh. My. God!” Carmen leaned closer to my ear, her voice dripping with excitement as her eyes stay glued to Raleigh. “Where exactly did you meet this Greek god, babe? He’s super hot!” I turned to her slowly, disbelief written all over my face. My fists clench tight — I couldn’t believe she’s swooning over him—a man he never met before, completely missing the most important thing here. He’s dressed like the groom! For goodness’ sake! Can't she see that? Yeah I knew she always loose her head whenever she sees any good looking guys but....not today. I bite my lip, trying to keep my anger in check. Deep breaths, Emma. Hold it in. Then I jab Carmen sharply in the ribs with my elbow, hissing und