All Chapters of His Regret: Her Rebirth : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I WILL BE A FREE LUNA.XENIA'S POV." You are getting married to him, Xenia and it's final". My father roared into my face, bits of saliva coming out of his mouth and unto my face.I immediately backed away from him, scrunching my face up into disgust when the next thing I felt against my cheeks, was a resounding slap.The intensity of his hit sent my face flying the other side, almost snapping my neck into two, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire, as I could feel the cold, metallic taste of blood on my lips." How dare you peasant, squeeze your face at me?" He yelled, fury obvious in his tone and anger blazing through his eyes, as he grabbed me by my hair and flung me to the bed aggressively, making me bounce on it." Arrgh" I screamed, my shoulder collided with the bed metal, scratching me. My father didn't even care, but just clenched his fists, before pointing at me, with his middle finger." Better get prepared, you brat". He added, before storming out of my room and slammin

XENIA'S POV.I have to escape. My hands grabbed the grass, the air, anything at all, trying to stand. My body is trembling.Nothing good ever happens when you meet hunters. I could not afford to get caught. I managed to get on my feet, lunging forward, attempting a run. Another arrow hit me Penetrating my leg. I let out a loud yelp, crumbling to the ground again.My scream must have alerted them for I heard footsteps rushing towards me.“It's a lady, I told you to stop shooting you stupid idiot.” One of them cursed. As their footsteps grew closer, my heart started racing, saliva gathering in my mouth.The voice was just behind the big tree beside me. My heart sank. They caught me. Suddenly, my limbs refused to move. 'Please move, please I beg you' I pleaded with my broken legs, my eyes blurry from the tears rushing down my cheeks to my lips. “Well, let's check on her,” I heard a smug voice making its way towards me. The leaves broke ferociously beneath his boots. I looked, and wh

SWEET REVENGE.XENIA'S POV.I shouldn't be a mess in my second life after the first was filled with hatred and manipulation. My past life's traumas still fuel my hatred, and the turmoil within me is palpable. I stood in the garden, surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, my gaze lingering on each bloom. A sly smile spread across my face as I savored the sweet taste of revenge.A gentle breeze rustled the flowers, and I caught a whiff of a familiar scent. My head snapped up, my eyes scanned the garden, and that's when I saw him. Rico. My mate, My enemy. He stood across from me, his eyes locked on mine, a mixture of fear and defiance in their depths. I could sense his uncertainty, his doubt, and it only fueled my determination to strike out at any time. I took a step back, his eyes locking onto mine. Feeling the bench behind me, I sat down, crossing my legs, and my gaze drifted to the butterflies flitting around the flowers. My heart racing, I stared at him in stunned silence.“Xen

FRACTURES IN THE PALACEFREYA’S POVThe goblet slipped from my hand, wine staining the white marble like blood.He was slipping.Every glance, every breath Rico took lately — it was hers. That pathetic werewolf girl was becoming a shadow I couldn’t shake.I stood in front of my mirror, running a finger along the curve of my throat, imagining his touch. But that touch now belonged to Xenia — the substitute bride, the girl who was supposed to fade into nothing.Instead, she was rising.“Damn her,” I whispered.If I let her thrive any longer, I would lose everything. The whispers among the maids were already shifting. “Queen Xenia this. Lady Luna that.” Sickening.I had only one option left. Orion.ORION’S POVI never liked palaces.Too many secrets. Too many polished floors hiding bloodstains. And tonight, Freya was pacing my chambers like a caged viper, dragging her silk shawl like it was a blade.“You said she would be nothing,” she hissed. “You said she’d bend and break.”“She was no

BLOOD AND SECRETSXENIA’S POVThe air was heavy with storm.Not the kind that thundered from the sky — no, this was quieter. Deadlier. A storm that brewed beneath the skin, in the marrow, in secrets that begged to be unearthed.And tonight, I would dig until I hit bone.Catty met me just after dusk by the inner well, her eyes bright and anxious. She handed me a folded map, the ink still smudged from fresh tracing.“This tunnel leads beneath the throne room,” she whispered. “Elvis says Orion’s been sneaking around there at night. You might find something.”I tucked the map into my cloak. “Then it’s time I visited the rats in their nest.”RICO’S POVI sat at the edge of the training grounds, sword resting across my knees. The night was too quiet. No sparring. No howls. Even the wolves had learned to hold their breath around the palace these days.“Something’s coming,” Elvis said beside me, arms crossed.I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I felt it too.My mate was hiding something again