Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Regret: Reclaiming His Forsaken Mate: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Thalia’s POVI kept humming like a bird while washing the dishes, the bubbly notes of the tune covering the storm brewing inside me. It was either hum or cry, and I had cried enough for one day. My eyes burned from holding back the tears, and every few seconds, I had to sniff hard to stop my nose from betraying me.Of course, the other servants noticed. How could they not? I was practically shaking over a sink of half-cleaned plates.“Are you okay, Thalia?” someone asked from the cluster of six women rinsing the beverage jugs beside me.Her voice was soft, kind even, but I didn’t dare turn. Didn’t want to look into her pity-filled eyes because her question sliced right through the wall I was building. A single tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a strong tone, even though it cracked at the edges. I hoped they’d buy it. My chest heaved with another ragged breath as my thoughts spiraled again.Alpha Alaric had slept with Valerie.I scrubbed har

Valerie – POVMy pussy was still on fire after that crazy banging with Alpha Alaric. If surviving that man didn’t qualify me as a damn national treasure, I didn’t know what would. My thighs ached, my back had scratch marks, and my soul? Slightly corrupted—in the best way.I stretched, slow and smug, savoring the aftermath of our chaos. His scent still clung to my skin like expensive perfume—dominant, dark, addictive. I padded to the mirror, hips swaying naturally, unapologetically, and took a moment to admire the masterpiece staring back at me.My body was glowing—literally. Skin flushed, lips plump from kissing, hair tangled like a sex goddess risen from satin sheets. I looked wrecked in the most flattering way.“Damn, I look like I just got claimed… even though he didn’t mark me,” I muttered, running a finger along my collarbone, teasing the skin where his teeth had hovered hours ago.With a little hum, I crossed the room and opened Alaric’s massive wardrobe—ugh, so Alpha male. Ever

Alaric povThe fire from the hearth in my chamber cast a dull glow on the stone walls, but even its warmth couldn’t burn away the restlessness clawing at my insides. I sat, elbows propped on my knees, fingers tangled in my hair. My jaw tightened as my mind reeled back to the memory—the hushed conversation Mira had with Thaila in the hallway two nights ago. I caught the way Mira's eyes darted toward me like a child caught with a secret. Something was wrong. Or worse—something was hidden.I stood abruptly, the legs of my chair scraping against the cold floor. I didn’t have time to sit and speculate. If Mira, our most trusted healer, knew something about Thaila’s health, she damn well better tell me. I was Alpha—not just of this pack—but of order and truth. And whatever this secret was, I was done dancing around it.My boots echoed down the corridor as I stormed through the mansion, sharp and steady. The corridor curved, lanterns flickering against the walls as I moved past startled serv

Thaila’s POV: That bitch! I paced around my room like a caged lion, my fingers digging into my scalp as I tugged at my roots. The walls felt like they were closing in on me, and every breath I took came out ragged, laced with fury. I could feel her heartbeat in my mind—my wolf. She was restless. Furious. Just like me. That damn healer had found out and went ahead to tell Alaric. She had no right—no godsdamn right—to betray me like that. I swung my door open, the knob banging into the wall with a satisfying thud. Let it break. Let the whole house fall apart. At this point, I didn’t give a damn. I stomped down the hallway, my footsteps echoing like thunder. The guards I passed must’ve seen the rage blazing in my eyes because none of them dared to stop me. One even stepped aside so fast, he almost tripped over his own boots. Coward. I stormed out into the late afternoon air. The sun was just beginning to sink, but the sky was still cruelly bright—mocking me. Mocking the stor

Valerie’s POV The air was thick with the scent of dusk and rising tension. I moved quickly across my room, the soft rustle of my silk dress brushing my thighs as I rushed to apply the last strokes of eyeliner. The powder puff danced across my cheekbones, but my heart wasn’t in it. My fingers trembled. Not because of nerves, but urgency. Alaric hadn’t spoken to me.. in days. Thalia had come between us and I was going to make her pay. I glanced toward the window. The sky was a mix of fading lavender and bruised gray. Clouds loomed, slow and threatening. I padded over, heels clicking softly on the polished stone floor, and pulled the curtain aside to check again. Still no rain, but the pressure in the air warned otherwise. “Come on, come on,” I mumbled, tossing the curtain back in place. Just as I turned to head back to the mirror, muffled voices filtered in—sharp, hushed, frantic. Right outside my door. I froze. Tilted my head. Female voices. Two? Maybe three. “I’m telli