Semua Bab Alpha's Regret After I Mated to His Brother: Bab 31 - Bab 40

(Lucian's POV)Elara stood frozen, her trembling form illuminated faintly by the streetlight. The distant hum of the city faded into the silence as I lowered the tinted window of my SUV. Her green eyes darted to meet mine for the briefest second before quickly turning away."Get in," I said, my voice calm but commanding.She hesitated, clutching the edges of her tattered cardigan as though it could shield her from the biting cold or from me. Her wolf, Emily, whimpered faintly within her—the sound oddly resonating with Luke, my own wolf, who stirred with faint unease."Th-thank you, Alpha King, b-but no trouble," Elara stammered, her words broken, almost defensive, as though she anticipated an attack that wasn’t coming.Her hand, bandaged crudely from earlier wounds, clutched her side. She offered me a shaky wave, the gesture pitiful and desperate for distance.I stayed silent, watching her through the chilled air. My wolf bristled when she began backing away, limping into the sha

(Elara's POV)The hospital corridor seemed to stretch endlessly before me. Each step was an excruciating effort.My legs wobbled beneath me, barely able to carry my weight. The ache in every joint screamed for rest, but I pressed forward.Silver poisoning flowed through my bloodstream like ice, numbing my wolf and sapping my strength.Emily whimpered weakly within me. Her once-proud presence was now only a faint whisper.My hand dragged along the cold, sterile wall for support. Every few steps, my legs buckled slightly, but sheer determination kept me moving.It wasn’t for me. It was for Ethan.The bundle of wrapped meat I’d saved pressed tightly against my chest. Beneath the thin fabric of my cardigan, I clung to it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.Because, to me, it was.Ethan needed this. That single thought kept me upright.His small face, his bright green eyes, his shy smile—images of him swirled in my mind, pushing me onward.I bit down on my lip har

(Lucian's POV)The morning light pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my private study.It cast long, angular shadows that stretched across the polished wooden desk.Edward stood before me, his back stiff, his entire posture radiating tension. His hands rested on a manila folder, thick with papers that seemed as burdensome to him as the content they promised to hold."The full intelligence report on Elara Rivers, Alpha King," Edward announced, his tone calm but his wolf’s unease flickering beneath it.I didn’t waste a second.I moved the folder closer and opened it. Luke stirred restlessly within me, and for once, his sharp focus mirrored my own.The first few pages greeted me with a stark contrast.Images of Elara in her prime—brilliant, composed, untouchable. She had been painted as the pride of the Stone Pack.She was extraordinary, even then. Her emerald green eyes glimmered in the photographs, filled with the quiet confidence of a wolf raised to command."Befo

(Lucian's POV)The muted hum of conversation filled the small pack-owned restaurant.Despite the warmth of the setting, there was an odd sense of tension at our table.Ethan sat across from me, carefully balancing a burger in his small hands, his movements deliberate, as if afraid to drop it.The burger was nearly the size of his head, and he struggled to take a bite, his cheeks puffing out with effort.His bright green eyes, remarkably like his mother’s, lit up when he caught me watching him.“See these marks?” he asked suddenly, his small finger tracing a crooked seam on the wolf plush he had handed me earlier.I held it in my hands, turning it over to inspect the uneven stitches.“They’re battle scars!” he exclaimed, his voice animated, the earlier fear he’d shown at the gates now replaced with innocent excitement.“Battle scars?” I echoed, genuinely intrigued despite myself. Luke stirred within me, his usual cold indifference replaced by a faint hum of curiosity.“Uh-huh!

(Lucian's POV)The deep purr of my SUV’s engine stilled as I parked outside the Thorne Pack House. The tranquil exterior betrayed the unease curling in the pit of my stomach.Ethan sat quietly in the back seat, clutching half of his napkin-wrapped burger with small, trembling hands. He hadn’t said a word since we'd left the restaurant, though his quick, darting glances toward the storage sheds betrayed his thoughts.“Stay close,” I instructed firmly as we stepped out into the cool evening air.Ethan nodded silently, his wide green eyes scanning the area around him. His wolf instincts, though underdeveloped, clearly tugged him in one direction.“Mom...” he whispered, his soft voice as fragile as glass.Luke shifted uneasily within me, bristling at the faint distress signals that prickled the edge of my senses. Something was wrong, and my wolf was quick to make his displeasure known.Before Ethan could take another step, Mrs. Davis materialized at the entrance.“Alpha King.” She