All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: Chasing Back His Rejected Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ JOCELYN ~ Truly, nothing bad happened to me. I wake up the next morning feeling… different. That’s the only way to explain it. My hands are not glowing like they did last night, but something inside me has definitely changed. I can feel it like a closed door that is finally creaked open. I say ‘creaked open’ because I still don’t know exactly what’s behind that door. The morning sun peeks in through the windows, painting the room in soft gold. Right now, I’m standing in front of the mirror, topless and braless, staring at my face and body. Everything looks the same, but I know I’m not the same girl who collapsed after I crossed the boundary two nights ago. I don’t feel like her anymore. Sighing, I turn a bit to stare at my back. I twist a little to the side so I can see it clearly—the mark. It's truly red, like a bold, fearless tattoo shaped like a sun with sharp pointed rays stretching out in all directions. At the center, there is a large crescent moon cradling a five-pointe

~ CASPIAN ~ “Remember darling, she was weak. I’m everything she could never be.” Lycena’s voice whispers into my ear, her fingers gliding over my shoulder before I smack them away, not bothering that the act could draw attention to us. I fucking hate how she’s been getting on my nerves recently, but she is like a thorn I can't easily get rid of my skin. She winks at me before she brushes my shoulder again, walking past me into the council chamber for the meeting I scheduled today with the pack elders. She settles on her seat near mine, and I breathe out a frustrated sigh before moving over and settling down beside her. Fuck. She's so annoying, but there’s too much noise in my head that I don't have the time to waste on her shenanigans. The rest of the pack council sits at the long table before me, everyone with serious faces and full reports in their hands. The topic of today’s meeting is simple—but alarming. Mysterious attacks in far packs have caught our attention, and they ke

~ JOCELYN ~ “Come on Jocelyn, we go again today.” I mutter to myself in front of my mirror, getting dressed to begin another day of having Sarah punch the hell out of me. My body aches all over. My muscles are sore in places I didn’t know could even be sore, and my palms feel like they’re being pricked with tiny, nasty needles. But still, I endure all of it. Today is another day to train. Another day to grow. The pain will pass. For me, learning to master this power inside me is not just about being ready or strong enough to protect myself and others. I just want to learn more about who I am. About who I want to be and what it takes to become that woman. I want to learn what it means to live every day with this power inside me. Also, I want to stop thinking about Caspian, so I need the distraction. It's like using one stone to take down multiple birds. Done getting dressed in a racerback tank top and joggers with sneakers, I tie up my hair in a ponytail before I pack up a few thi

~ JOCELYN ~ My light doesn’t burn me. It listens. It obeys. And it’s beautiful. The heat builds in my palms like a second heartbeat—warm, bright, like I'm sharing my body with something else that is living and breathing inside me. It's another day of my training, and I’m standing in the center of the training yard, sweat slicked down my back and arms. I'm breathing hard, but I'm also doing everything I can to keep my hands steady. My muscles ache from earlier sparring drills, but none of that matters. This burning light… it's no longer foreign. It moves with me. Trusts me. As though it’s been waiting for me to catch up all along. Across from me stands Elian, shirtless under the sun, his golden-brown skin shining with sweat. There’s a smudge of dirt across his cheek, and his messy blond hair is tied back in a bun, with some of the curls falling in soft waves over his eyebrows. He's hot. He's funny. He's caring. And he's kind. I’ve seen how he helps Declan and even Rhett during so

~ NADIA ~ Declan Ravenwood is the strongest man I know. He carries our pack on his shoulders, and he doesn’t ever complain. He listens more than he speaks, always thinking, always ready to sacrifice even more than required. Whenever someone is in pain, he’s the first to treat their wounds and tell them they're not alone. And he always means every word. He’s kind. Loving. Selfless. And so incredibly blind to who is right in front of him. He has no idea that I’ve been falling for him piece by piece—helplessly, hopelessly—for years. I can't pinpoint the exact moment he crept into my heart and stole it, and now, I don't think I can ever get it back from him. Today, I thought I was doing a good job hiding my feelings. I really did. During the meeting earlier, I tried my best to keep my face still and not smile too much whenever I watched him speak. But somehow… I had sensed someone monitoring me from behind, as if their eyes were digging holes into my back. I wanted to turn, but I d