The Alpha's Regret; Too Late To Claim Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Veldana POV"Fifteen minutes please." His eyes darted all over the place in a panic"Thank you." I put the torch in the holder and walked down the path that led to deeper darkness. I couldn't face him so I thought less light would build my confidence a bit more. My palms were already getting sweaty. "They shouldn't have let you come," I had not reached the cell when his voice echoed through the silent walls cutting through my heart like a blade. "Go!" It echoed again and I felt a hand squeeze my heart.I had gone through a lot to earn a favour from Derek, the guard, to have an audience with Maurice but even without hearing a word from me, Maurice already condemned me. It was a risk I was taking. If my father found out that I was visiting Maurice, he would punish me severely, he already warned me against it. Two weeks of lobbying and trying to call favors with each guard every night was what it took for me to be standing there.I had gone as far as influencing the list to get Derek

Author POVMaurice sat at the table and sipped his wine. Ordinarily he wouldn't have bothered himself about attending the celebration even if he was the one being celebrated but he had been tricked.Fred and Gary had found a way to pull him out so he was barely even dressed for the occasion but Maurice didn't care.They didn't either, the important part was that he was present. For 3 years Maurice avoided celebrations and only attended extremely important functions. "You do know you're a handful sometimes, we go through all of the stress and you don't even acknowledge us or at least acknowledge the guests." Gary disrupted the solemn moment Maurice enjoyed.Fred and Gary were like brothers to Maurice—co Directors with him in his latex company. They had been very instrumental in his release from jail and rise to power as Alpha so he gave them preferential treatment and also ensured everyone in the pack accorded them maximum respect. "You know better." Maurice simply crossed his slende

AUTHOR'S POV The air in the room was thick and filled with brewing rage, mostly from Maurice. Veldana staggered to the door, her bare feet pushing against the floorboards. Her skin burned, not just from the liquor she’d foolishly drunk but from the angry red rashes blooming across her arms and back. Each rash felt like a punishment for what she had done to Him. Guilt was the only thing she felt. She couldn't blame him; she deserved everything that had befallen her. Holding the notes tightly in her palm, she regretted not taking her purse from the waiting room. Frey's manager was nowhere in sight, too. Shifting her body painfully forward, she felt uncomfortable. Her dignity was shredded into pieces by the side glances of the pack members and Maurice's unrelenting gaze, which was mostly fixed on the silver ring hanging from the chain around her neck. Following his gaze, she shook her head slowly. This chain… a weight, a memory of a past she couldn't let go. It had once symbolized

The pack hospital smelled of methylated spirit and frustration, which held nothing but people whose existence was threatened by illness. The hospital’s lobby fluorescent light buzzed like a twitching firefly. Veldana burst through the glass door, her boots squeaking to a halt, her breath ragged and irregular, tints of sorrow mixed with panic settled on her eyes as the silver ring chain bounced against her chest. Cold sweats dripped from her forehead, her arms still hurting from the rashes from her allergy. Her face, red and puffy, showed that she had been crying for hours. Her eyes scanned through the hallway and people, searching for a particular person. “Eldric!” She yelled, finally sighting who she was searching for. Eldric leaned in a corner, his gray hair tangled, his coat crumpled like he'd spent the night there. His gaze slowly fell on Veldana, holding nothing but voidness and pity. Rushing towards him, Veldana held his arms, her eyes held unanswered questions, her emotion

VELDANA'S POVI slowly opened my eyelids and focused on the ceiling. For a second, I didn't realize where I was until the beeping sound of the monitor brought me back to reality.I never knew when I slept off. Stretching my legs, I sat upright, the notepad I had earlier scribbled on fell to the floor, and I picked them up immediately. Scanning through what I had jotted, I realized I had just given an estimate for the cost of the surgery Leila was going to have. I didn't really know the cost.I glanced at my daughter, her body rose and fell in the rhythm of her breath. Her cheeks were red and puffy as her forehead creased. Bringing my hands to her face, I soothed her forehead, and her face relaxed. “Having a bad dream?” I mumbled quietly, still slowly soothing her forehead. I planted a soft kiss on her forehead before adjusting the blanket properly over her shoulders. The more I hesitate, the more I realize I didn't want to see my daughter in this position. Seeing her piped up to