All Chapters of Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Manny’s POVI had the worst day at the office and everything I did today, nothing seemed to work in my favour. From the meetings to other things, I'm just so glad this day was finally coming to an end. I sat alone in my room, staring at the wall, but I wasn’t really seeing the details of it at that very moment. My head was too crowded by thoughts pressed in from every angle, none of them was quiet nor merciful. I leaned back in the chair, dragging my hands over my face. How did it get this far? How did I let it get this far?Lexi was alive, yes, but two days ago, she was almost gone. The image of her pale skin, her uneven breaths and the way she looked so breakable, it haunted me more than I wanted to admit. She's my mate, and I was supposed to be protecting her and keeping her safe at all times, yet all I had done was allow danger to creep into her bed, into her life, under my roof. I let out a harsh breath. “How blind can a man be?” I muttered to myself.Blind because you want

Clara’s POV“I would make sure you are thrown out.”Those words hit me differently, I assured myself that I couldn't lose that bad, but damn, that sentence sliced through my chest. The moment Manny stormed out of my room, slamming the door, every trace of sleep fled from my body. His words echoed in my mind, repeating themselves again and again until they felt carved into my skin. “If you ever touch Lexi or the boys again, I will throw you out. Every chance you had at being Luna will be gone.” He had said it with such fire, such disgust, that I could still hear the edge in his voice as if he were standing right in front of me.I sat there on the edge of my bed, staring at the door he had just walked through, and for a long time I couldn’t breathe properly. But no matter how badly I wanted to unleash it all, I couldn’t move. My body felt locked in place, my hands shaking at my sides, nails digging into the mattress.How could he say that to me? After everything I have done. After al

Wayne’s POVI didn’t want to say it because I didn’t want mama to know. But it was stuck inside me like a rock in my stomach, and the more I tried to hide it, the heavier it got. I thought maybe if I stayed quiet forever it would just go away, but it didn’t. It only grew bigger and worse, so big I couldn’t sleep without feeling sick.That night, mama sat with me on the bed, brushing my hair back with her hand. Her eyes were sympathetic, and she kept telling me she was here, and that I didn’t have to be scared anymore.I looked at her and something inside me cracked. The words slipped out before I could stop them.“Mama, Miss Clara… she made me do things.”Her hand froze, but she didn’t pull away. She leaned closer, her voice low and careful, “What kind of things, sweetheart?”I swallowed hard. My throat felt like it was closing. “She gave me potions, liquid in little bottles that tasted weird. She said I had to drink them or else… or else she would hurt you. And she told me to hate y

Lexi’s POVFrom inside, the morning air did not look as cold as it was when I finally witnessed it firsthand. I stood by the door, Wayne on one side of me, Dexter on the other, both boys staring up with wide eyes as if waiting for me to change my mind. My body still ached, fatigue clung stubbornly. But I was done hiding. I had promised myself that if I wanted to show them strength, it had to begin with me stepping outside again, no matter what anyone had to say. “Mom, are you sure about this?” Wayne asked, his small voice shaky. He tugged lightly at my sleeve, eyes big and uncertain. “You know, if you don't feel strong enough, you can always step out tomorrow.”I bent down, brushing my hand against his cheek. His skin was warm, grounding me. “I’m sure, sweetheart. You and your brother need to see that I’m not weak anymore. And I want the whole pack to see it too.”Dexter squeezed my hand. He did not speak, but the determination in his gaze mirrored mine.I pushed the door open and

Clara’s POV“Take this knife, Child.” The firm feminine voice said out loud, I collected it. The knife glinted in the candlelight, and I held it steady in my hand. My breath was slow, like I had trained myself for this moment. Around me the witches formed a circle, their faces shadowed by their hoods, their whispers weaving into the crackling of firewood that burned in the iron brazier at the center of the room. The air was thick with smoke from dried herbs, bitter and heavy, sticking to my throat.This was not just another gathering, or another night of empty promises. This was my claim, my declaration, my binding. Tonight I would begin to seal what was rightfully mine, no matter how much the others doubted, no matter how much they warned.“Clara,” the eldest witch rasped, her voice broken like old bark. “You know what it means to walk this path. There are consequences if your heart is not pure, if your intent is not rooted in balance. Binding another’s will can break yours.”I