All Chapters of His Regret: Her Rebirth : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

THE MOONLIT MEETINGXENIA’S POVThat night, the moon hung low over the palace, veiled by clouds, casting only a soft, uneven light on the courtyard below. The air was still. The kind of stillness that carries weight.I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. The image of Elric standing his ground played over and over in my mind. He hadn’t just disobeyed Cerra. He had reminded everyone that power doesn’t always come from rank. Sometimes, it comes from standing up when no one else will.When the knock came at my chamber door, it wasn’t loud. Three soft taps — our signal.I opened it to find Reyna and Brin standing in the dim hallway, cloaked in black.“It’s time,” Reyna said simply.REYNA’S POVWe moved through the hidden hall behind the west wing, our footsteps light, our breath held in quiet unity. We said nothing. Not until the door to the old observatory creaked open, revealing five others already inside.Catty. Elric. Eron. Two older wolves I hadn’t expected — Marta, the healer from the eastern

THREADS OF A TRAPXENIA’S POVLarin’s warning stayed with me. I carried it like a thread in my hand, pulling it tighter each time I heard Cerra’s name spoken in hushed tones or saw another servant moved without cause.She was building something. Quietly. Precisely. A narrative she could present to the council—one where I was the threat, the disruptor, the unstable Luna no longer fit to lead.But if she was spinning her web, then I would knot the corners before she finished. We would not sit and wait to be devoured.REYNA’S POVWe gathered in the garden behind the west wing that evening—Catty, Brin, Elric, Xenia, and me. We didn’t speak loudly. We didn’t need to. We all understood the risk, and we all knew what came next.“She’ll use what she can,” Xenia said. “Personal records, half-truths, fragments of conversations taken out of context.”Elric nodded. “She’s already started testing reactions. I’ve been approached twice by different guards pretending to ask questions in confidence.”

LARIN’S RISKXENIA’S POVIt was nearly midnight when the knock came.Not the usual tap. This one was frantic. Sharp. The kind that bypasses instinct and goes straight to dread.I opened the door and Larin stumbled in, half-collapsing against the wall. His cloak was soaked, his cheek split and bleeding. One arm hung stiffly at his side.“I didn’t lead them here,” he gasped. “I promise—I lost them before the gate.”Reyna was behind me in seconds. Rico grabbed him before he fell, easing him into the chair near the hearth.“What happened?” I asked, kneeling beside him.Larin coughed once, then reached into his cloak. “She knows. I don’t know how, but Cerra suspected someone. She didn’t say my name… but she set a trap for whoever might be watching her. I walked into it.”He handed me a folded bundle—parchments bound with a torn string.“She left these on purpose,” he said. “She wanted someone to take them. When I did, two guards followed me into the lower courtyard. They didn’t ask questio

A VOICE RISESXENIA’S POVThe air didn’t shift immediately after the hearing. The council didn’t call another meeting. No guards were sent to my chambers. On the surface, nothing had changed.But something had cracked beneath that silence. And when cracks form, they don’t disappear. They spread.It was two days later when the first one broke open.It happened during the midday session in the archives hall—an ordinary council review, nothing to do with me or the accusations. Or so I thought. I had gone only because Elder Halric had personally requested my presence.The topic was logistics—supplies, rationing, post-harvest planning. Mundane things that kept the palace running.Cerra was already seated when I entered. Her eyes slid to me and then away, like I was dust in the air. Harmless. Forgettable.I stood near the side, not among the seated members but close enough to listen. Close enough to watch.Elder Halric spoke midway through the session, his voice clear, slow, controlled.“Th

THE HEARINGXENIA’S POVThe council chamber was full—more than I’d ever seen. Elders, high-ranking guards, healers, scholars. Even servants, lining the edges, pretending to busy themselves but listening closely. No one wanted to miss what was about to happen.Word travels fast in a palace, but fear travels faster. And Cerra had ruled with it for years. Now it had turned.Now, they were afraid of what staying silent might cost them.I stood at the center of the room, the floor cold beneath my boots, the scroll of documents in my hand. My back was straight. My jaw firm.Across from me, Cerra sat tall and expressionless, flanked by two of her loyalists. Her robe was pristine. Her smile tight.But her eyes… her eyes didn’t blink as much as they used to.COUNCIL SCRIBE“The Luna has submitted a request for a formal inquiry into fabricated documents and abuse of council resources,” the scribe announced. “A single speaker may present evidence. Responses will be heard.”I took one slow breath