All Chapters of Alpha’s Regret: The Return Of The Betrayed Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lexi’s POV“Mom, do you think we will ever get to play in a big open field like the one Dad told us about?” Wayne’s small voice carried across the room, curious, almost timid, as if he was afraid I’d brush it away.I looked at him, my sweet boy, his eyes wide with the kind of hope only a child could carry so easily. “Of course,” I said softly, brushing my fingers through his hair. “One day, when the time is right, you will run so fast in the grass that the wind will barely catch you.”Dexter, who was sprawled on the rug with a few wooden blocks, perked up instantly. “And I will chase him! And then you would be chasing both of us, Mom!”I laughed lightly, though it caught somewhere in my chest. “If I can keep up,” I teased, but my voice held something heavier, something they were too young to hear.They kept talking, their little imaginations weaving stories about sunshine, flowers, and endless games, but slowly their chatter blurred. My eyes grew heavy, my head resting against the c

Clara’s POV I closed the door behind me with a little more force than I meant to, the click echoing loud in my ears. My hand lingered on the handle for a moment as if I could somehow seal away the wild rush of excitement still coursing through me. My legs felt shaky, but it was not exhaustion or fear. It was anticipation, a calm buzzing, tingling current that made every movement seem sharper and every breath louder.I leaned my back against the door and pressed my palms flat against it, exhaling slowly. The witches’ words were still fresh in my mind, circling like moths around a flame. Their cloaks, their voices chanting in unison, it all replayed so vividly it was as though I had carried a piece of the ritual back with me.I crossed the room, kicking off my shoes, and set the silver bowl gently on the table by the window. Even without light, the bowl seemed to produce its own brightness, and when I lifted the lid, the faint, metallic tang of dried blood wafted up. That was my b

Clara’s POV“Hey Manny, how have you been?” I said, when I saw him for the first time that day. No response. I came in closer. “Manny, why do you keep avoiding me?” I asked, my voice breaking the silence between us.He didn’t even look at me. His eyes were fixed somewhere far away, like that place held all the answers he wanted but none he was willing to share with me.“I’m not avoiding you, Clara,” he said at last, his tone flat, void of the warmth I craved. “I just have… things to take care of.”“mmm-hmmm-mmm.”I stepped closer, desperate, trying to find even a flicker of softness in his face. “Things? Or people? You don't worry about me anymore. You don’t ask where I’ve been, you don’t ask what I’m doing, you don’t care. Why? His jaw tightened, that little twitch that told me I was right. But he still didn’t give me the satisfaction of an answer. He simply rose from the bench and muttered, “You know what you did,” before walking away, leaving me to stand there with my throat burn

Clara’s POVI had known they would try something like this eventually, I could practically feel their desperation clinging to the air of the house. It was not difficult to piece things together when Wayne kept looking weaker every day and Lexi hovered over him like a mother bird guarding her fragile chick.The unusual visitors that came under the cover of night, it didn’t take much for me to know they were planning an unbinding ritual, they thought they were clever, but they were predictable. Manny thought ignoring me would make me crumble, Lexi thought her concern for Wayne would be enough to outwit me, but all it did was open the perfect door for me to walk through.I sat by the window of my room, I could hear their voices downstairs, muffled but urgent, Manny’s tone was sharp, Lexi’s softer but insistent, and another voice I did not recognize, the rogue healer, of course, they had finally reached out to the very people they should not have and the thought brought a curl of satisf

Clara’s POVThe moment Manny shouted for the guards to release me, I was relieved. It was subtle at first, like the faint spark of recognition in the back of my mind, but I felt it, I knew it. The spell, it had begun to work. My body trembled, though not from fear, not from despair like the others assumed. It was from the thrill that ran through me, a delicious certainty winding through my veins.The guards’ hands let go of my arms, and I collapsed onto the cold floor, my hair falling over my face. Tears streamed down my cheeks, not entirely forced this time, though my reasons for crying were not what they thought. I pressed my palms to the ground, shaking with the weight of everything that had just happened, then lifted my face to Manny.“You always do this to me,” I whispered, my voice cracked, broken. “You always turn everyone against me, you never once believe me, no matter how much I beg you, no matter how much I try to prove myself. Why is it always me, Manny? Why do you al