Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Regret: Reclaiming His Forsaken Mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Thalia’s POV: “Selene, stop!” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to do this.” She shoved the iron into the coals, as she yanked the glowing red iron from the fire, raised it high and made her way back to me. She turned toward me. “Don’t I? You already stole him. Everyone sees it, even if you pretend not to. But I won’t let you win.” The iron hissed violently in the coals, as she yanked the glowing red iron from the fire, raised it high, and made her way back to me. I tried to back away, but she was faster. “Selene!” I screamed, clawing at the dirt. “Please!” "This is what you deserve!" she shrieked. I tried to crawl away, but it was too late. A searing pain exploded across the left side of my face. I screamed loudly as the scent of burning flesh filled the air. "Let’s see if they still call you beautiful after this," She whispered. "Noooo!” I screamed, scrambling to get up. But I was too weak from the pain to even move my limbs. Three hours ea

Thalia’s POV: It has been three weeks since Lycan Alaric marked me, and every day since then felt like a battle against my own heart. The mark on my neck throbbed constantly. I had to wrap my neck with scarves, to hide it away from everyone, but no cloth could dull the searing pull I felt toward him. No matter how cruel his words, no matter how harsh his gaze, my wolf whimpered for him. I hated it. I hated him… And yet, I loved him too. The mate bond was a curse stitched into my very bones. I pulled the sheets tighter around my body as I finished dressing his bed. The sun had just started to rise, casting golden streaks across the stone floors. I could hear the warriors training outside — shouts, clashing swords — but inside this cold room, I was alone. Alone with my aching heart. The door slammed open, nearly making me drop the pillow in my hands. “Move faster, slave,” Valerie snapped, her lip curling in disdain. She was Alaric’s mo

Thalia’s POV:As the music swelled and laughter filled the hall, my throat tightened. I kept my eyes down, but I could feel him.His presence was like a fire beneath my skin, drawing me in, pulling me toward him even when I knew I shouldn’t look.But I did.I risked a glance, just one.And I caught him watching me.Across the glittering room, past the nobles and silks and chandeliers — his gaze was locked on me.Not Valerie.Not the noble alphas or their perfect mates.Me.It was brief. A flicker. A ghost of something unreadable in his eyes.Then it was gone. He turned away as if it had never happened.As if I didn’t exist.Still, my pulse thundered in my ears. My grip on the tray tightened until my knuckles ached."Stop staring," I muttered to myself. "He doesn’t care. He’ll never care."But part of me whispered what if?What if that flicker meant something?What if he saw me — truly saw me — for just a second?A crash jerked me out of my thoughts. A noble had bumped into a servant,

Thalia’s POVI’d been scrubbing the marble floors beneath the damn portrait for what felt like hours, my knees raw, fingers stinging from the acidic polish Luna Valerie had handed me without so much as a glance. The brush slipped from my hand again, slick with sweat, and I forced it back between my fingers.I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not even a flinch.She'd already won tonight. The slap. The threat. The blood I was still tasting from biting my tongue. She got it all—and I smiled like it didn’t burn me alive.But something was wrong.Deep wrong.My breath hitched. A violent churn twisted low in my belly. My hands shot to my sides, pressing hard against the ache, but the pain only thickened.Molly! I screamed inside.What’s happening?!No response. Not even a growl. Just a hum—low and dark, vibrating like it came from somewhere ancient and buried beneath my ribs.My legs trembled.The hum turned to a tug, a physical wrench deep in my core. It wasn’t

Thalia’s POV: "Rest isn’t really in my vocabulary right now," I snapped, my voice hoarse but laced with fire. My bones ached, my skin burned, and the wolf inside me gnawed at my ribs like a caged beast. "There’s no time.” Mira raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. The witch’s cabin smelled of dried herbs and something darker—iron, maybe. Or blood. "You have to listen to your wolf," she said, stirring a murky liquid in a chipped ceramic bowl. "If you don’t, it’ll tear you apart from the inside out." I swallowed hard, tasting bitterness. "It’s not just about me." Her gaze softened, just a fraction. "I know. But you can’t help anyone if you collapse first." A growl rumbled in my chest, low and feral. The sickness inside me pulsed, a living thing, feeding on my strength. My vision blurred at the edges. Mira stepped forward, her hands surprisingly gentle as she guided me to a worn couch near the window. "You’re going to lie down now. No arguments." I collapsed onto the cush