Semua Bab The Alpha's Regret; Too Late To Claim Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Author's POVThe next morning came heavy with silence. The rain had stopped, but the house still felt cold not from weather, but from the tension that had settled in its walls. Fred had been locked in one of the family’s secured quarters, a small, quiet place at the far end of the estate. The old room had no windows, only a single lamp that flickered weakly against the walls.Fred sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the closed door. He wasn’t angry at least, not anymore. Mostly, he was tired. He had shouted, pleaded, and reasoned with Maurice until his voice cracked, but none of it mattered. His brother’s mind was made up.“Maurice has lost himself,” he murmured to the empty room. “And I’m paying the price.”He didn’t even know how long it had been hours or maybe a full day. There was no clock, no sunlight. Just silence and the echo of his own thoughts.**Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, Maurice stood by the window in his study, watching the rain drip from the eaves. Fro

Author’s POVHailey Devantaire sat by her desk long after midnight, her eyes locked on the computer screen. The blue glow reflected off her face, highlighting the restlessness that had settled deep inside her. For days, a thought had been gnawing at her, a thought she tried to dismiss but couldn’t. The girl she had seen in that photo online, the one beside Veldena, looked too much like Maurice. The curve of the nose. The tilt of the eyes. Even the faint smileeverything screamed resemblance.She wanted to believe it was just coincidence, but the idea refused to leave her alone. If that child was Maurice’s, then everything she had worked for, every sacrifice, every humiliation she endured to stay beside him would crumble.Hailey wasn’t the type to sit quietly and wonder. She was the type to dig, to find out, to destroy.She opened her phone and scrolled to a saved contact. The name “Dr. Loren” appeared on the screen. He was an old hospital administrator, someone she’d helped out years a

Veldena’s POVThe air outside still smelled faintly of coffee and camera lights when we stepped out of the studio. Eldric walked beside me, his hand brushing mine now and then as we laughed about something the director had said. It had been one of the few light days with no heavy questions, no forced smiles. Just music, work, and a few quiet minutes of peace. For once, I felt normal.Freya had texted earlier, asking me to drop by her house after the videoshoot. She said she had “something funny” to show me, probably one of those office pranks she loved pulling on her colleagues. I didn’t think much of it. Freya was the kind of person who could turn anything into a joke, even a broken printer.Eldric insisted on coming with me. “You’ve been working too much,” he said, “and Freya’s the only one who makes you laugh like a real person.” I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue.The drive wasn’t long. I remember talking about the song we’d just recorded, about how maybe it could be the title trac

Author’s POVThe room stank of iron and fear. The lights flickered weakly, throwing shadows across the wreckage, overturned chairs, shattered glass, streaks of blood smeared across the tiled floor like a map of violence. The air was thick, humid with the aftermath of struggle. Eldric stood frozen in the doorway, his breath ragged, chest heaving as though something wild and furious was trapped inside, trying to tear its way out.Freya’s body lay still in the middle of it all.Veldena was already on her knees beside her, hands slick with blood as she pressed a soaked cloth against the wound that had stopped bleeding minutes ago. “Freya,” she whispered, voice cracking apart. “Freya, stay with me. Please, just stay with me.”Freya’s eyes fluttered once, unfocused, her lips trembling. “They took… Leila…” she breathed, barely a whisper and then she went still.Veldena’s scream tore through the air, raw and animal. It was the kind of sound that didn’t come from the throat, but from somewhere

Authors POVNo one in the car dared to speak as the kidnappers drove away. With the many mirages on the way, it was difficult to tell if the mileage was close or far.Leila helped herself escape the reality that stared at her as her head hung to the side of the window in the backseat. She was in lala land already and her breathing was soft.One glance at her and anyone could tell that this wasn't a sleep of comfort because deep exhaustion had taken over her the moment they left the execution site. She had fought to stay awake at first with her eyes blinking slowly and her shoulders trembling from the adrenaline rush.The emotional heaviness around her had pushed her past her limit so much so that even in sleep, her brows pinched slightly, as if her mind still held the memory of fear.Marcus kept glancing at her through the rearview mirror with a tight cheek bone as his hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel. Guilt settled around him immediately in such a suffocating way. He remem