All Chapters of His Regret, My Throne: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Damien's POVThe moment the mind-link was severed for good, I knew I had lost her. Completely.I sat in the ruins of my apartment for three days and three nights, surrounded by broken glass, blood-stained floors, and the haunting absence of her scent.On the fourth day, I finally moved.I had to find answers.Isla's words echoed in my head: Are you sure you remember who really saved you?I didn't drive. I flew, the car a blur of metal and desperation. Chloe's apartment. She was the only one left who had known the real Isla.BANG, BANG, BANG! My fist hammered on her door.When it opened, Chloe's face twisted in disgust."Get lost," she snarled, trying to slam it shut.I blocked it with my hand. "Tell me where Isla is.""You have the nerve to come looking for her?" Chloe laughed, a bitter, ugly sound. "Don't you have your little tramp to worry about?""I need to talk to her.""Talk about what? How you abandoned her at her own Mating Ceremony? Or how you got another woman pregnant?""T

Isla's POVTwo years later.I was back in New York. Not for Damien, but for the Global Supernatural Healers' Summit.This was the pinnacle of my career."Isla!" Chloe ran over and hugged me. "Goddess, you look amazing!"It was true. I had changed. Two years of research had pushed my abilities to new heights. I was now the youngest Master Healer in the history of the Guild. More importantly, I had found peace."And who is 'we'?" Chloe asked, wiggling her eyebrows.I turned just as Ethan was walking toward us. He looked dashing in a perfectly tailored black suit, his smile as warm as ever."This is Ethan," I said, my voice clear and steady as I took his hand. "My partner in research... and in life. My chosen mate."Chloe looked from me to him, and a knowing glint appeared in her eyes. "You two...""Yes," I said, taking Ethan's hand. "We're together."The celebratory gala was held in New York's most luxurious hotel. The hall was filled with familiar faces."If I could have everyone'

Isla's POV"It's too late," I said, looking down at Damien, who was still standing before me like a supplicant."For five years, you never truly loved me," I began, counting his sins one by one."You never once brought me a moonstone—the simplest token of affection between mates, and you deemed it an unnecessary formality.""My passion, my gift... you dismissed it as a pointless hobby.""You took the most sacred rite our kind has, a bond blessed by the Goddess herself, and you defiled it for a pathetic, manipulative lie."Every word was like a silver knife twisting in his heart."I... I thought none of that mattered...""Right. It didn't matter to you," I said, looking down on him. "Because you thought I was your property. You thought I would never leave.""Let me be clear, Damien," my words were sharp as a razor. "You're not mourning us. You're mourning your bruised ego. You can't stand the fact that someone you considered yours chose to walk away."He looked up at me, and the light i

Isla's POV"Yes."My answer stunned everyone in the room."Isla?" Ethan looked at me, a question in his eyes."If you want to come, you can come," I said to Damien. "But only to watch."A flicker of light appeared in Damien's eyes. "Thank you."The next morning, the doctor cleared Damien to leave the hospital for a few hours."But not for long," he warned. "The silver poison isn't completely gone."Ethan sent over a formal invitation and a ceremonial moonstone pin. It was the highest courtesy shown to a guest.At three o'clock, the ceremony began.The location was the edge of the oldest Moon Spring in Switzerland. We were surrounded by the Alps, their snowy peaks glittering in the sun. The water of the spring was clear as a mirror, glowing with a soft, silver light.I wore a traditional white ceremonial gown and a crown of laurel flowers.Ethan was in a deep blue Alpha's suit, the golden crest of the Sunstone Pack pinned to his chest.The Head Elder of the Guild officiated."In the