Semua Bab The Alpha's Regret: Chasing Back His Rejected Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

~ JOCELYN ~ “Jocelyn?” Elian's voice interrupts my thoughts. He sips his drink and nudges me gently. “Don’t zone out on me. You just became an elite warrior. You should be celebrating.” “I am,” I say. “This is me celebrating.” He chuckles. “You need to dance. At least one dance.” “I’m not drunk enough for that. And my feet are starting to ache in these heels…” “Oh come on—” “Nope. Not happening.” “Alright, alright,” he says, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Killjoy.” His teasing tone has me laughing and smacking his shoulder. He fakes a whine. I smack him again. “Don’t be such a baby.” “Then stop hitting me.” I chuckle, no longer hitting him. Being around Elian is like being immersed in a warm lake of water with sunshine penetrating the glassy surface and caressing your skin. The feeling is always refreshing. Like a warm fortress I can always come back to no matter how far I’ve gone or how lost I am. That reminder.always warms me down to my soul whenever I remember how

~ CASPIAN ~ 'Someone is dead near the riverbank!' My heart stops. Dead? “What the fuck?” Callan hisses. Just a sharp glance of emergency between us is all we need to swing into action. We shoot up from our seats in the office and rush towards the exit. On our way out of the packhouse, the blood in my veins feels like it’s freezing and boiling at the same time. ‘Everyone stay inside your homes!’ I command through the general link, ‘Lock your doors! Do not go near the river!’ Callan is already shifting halfway into his chocolate-brown wolf form, sharp claws out, green eyes glowing in the night darkness dispelled by the moonlight. I don’t shift. My wolf is still numb even after all these years, and I figure it’s smarter if one of us stays in human form, just in case anything calls for it. The moment Callan completes his shift, I activate my super speed and race off, taking the lead. Callan sharply follows right behind me, his paws pounding hard against the ground. We sprint tow

~ CASPIAN ~ She's alive. My Fireheart is truly alive. I keep repeating the words in my head again and again. However, the chant does nothing to change the threat of her life being in danger. And my pack? What happened tonight has left me with no doubts that we are already on the hit list of the mysterious enemy that has been terrorizing other packs for years. There's no time to wait. There's no time to waste. We're still on our way to the hospital, but we're getting closer now. Judith is driving beyond her speeding limits, the tarred road screeching under her tires. My mind is spinning with both relief and restlessness. The raw sting of the cut on my arm is making me grit my teeth every now and then, causing me to grip the edges of the seat like my life depends on how hard I keep holding onto anything around me. My blood is still dripping from the slash cut, seeping through the strip of cloth Judith had wrapped around the injury. Callan is silent, his eyes shooting occasional gl

~ JOCELYN ~After Sarah and Declan walk away, I throw a few more punches before calling it quits. I grab my duffel bag and towel, dab my neck, and exit the training yard.On my way back to my dorm room, I try not to overthink anything yet. I don't feel like I'm ready to see Caspian again, but Declan is right.This isn't about seeing Caspian after all these years. This is about stopping the attacks. This is about protecting all the lives that matter.Still, a part of me is scared. Angry. Filled with a hatred that makes me want to burn down everything in the Nightfall Pack if I ever set my feet there.I hate them! I fucking hate all of them!Arriving at my dorm room, I enter and lock the door behind me. I lean against the door and take a deep breath.I never imagined I would feel this deep hatred inside me. Five years is supposed to be enough to wipe it all away, but I guess some scars never truly fade because the wounds still need to be fixed.What if seeing Caspian again breaks everyt

~ JOCELYN ~I’m returning to the place that broke me, but I’m no longer breakable.Staring at the mirror, I remind myself that the woman looking back at me isn’t the same girl who ran away from the Nightfall Pack with her heart ripped out.She’s standing tall, and she's not going to let anyone bring her down.Breathing out deeply, I run my fingers through my hair. The red curls tumble down my back in smooth waves, catching the soft rays of the sun filtering into my room through the light curtains.The red dress I’m wearing clings perfectly to my curves, the waistline hugging my waist before flowing down in a way that makes me look both powerful and unapologetically feminine.It’s the kind of red that announces my confidence without words.I lean closer to the mirror and dust a little more powder across my cheeks, adding a finishing touch to my makeup. My eyes are lined perfectly, my lashes are darker and thicker, and my lips are painted a bold red.I look absolutely stunning.Done, my