All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Left : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Then you have to wait for me in the supervisor's office. I'll come over once I'm done." That makes sense. With that, she steps inside. I ignore the itch in my palm and follow the supervisor, who makes me some tea as soon as we get inside. “It tastes pretty good. What’s the name?” I ask after taking a sip. “I’m glad you like it,” she says. “It’s a new tea developed by the Herbal Department. Great for blood circulation and clearing toxins from the body.” “Can I get some more?" “No worries! I will send it to the mansion as soon as I lay my hands on it.” I nod in appreciation, and the room turns silent. “She is a poor girl,” the supervisor says all of a sudden. “I felt bad seeing her in this condition. So fragile and blank.” She pauses and gives an awkward laugh. “I mean, I hope she crosses these hurdles and gets back on her feet.” Just then, the supervisor’s phone chimes. She raises her hand, signaling for a moment. Her response drifts into my ears. “Uh… no. She doesn’t e

"What? So early. I just woke up. I haven't called the stylist. The dress I ordered also hasn't arrived—" Oh Goddess. I wish to bury my face in my palms. "He is here, Thalie. We agreed that I'd pick you up at 10. And yet, you haven't even left the comfort of your bed?" "I'm sorry Ivan. I'll get dressed now! I'll be ready by the time you arrive! I promise." And with that, she hangs up first. I shove the phone into my pocket, staring outside the window. Why is everything not going as planned?! But the thought of seeing that man for real? It makes my heart race with both expectation and excitement. In less than fifteen minutes, we arrive at Thalie's apartment. She is true to her word. Already dressed. However... "You have a breakout." There are so many pimples on her forehead. "Are you on your period?" "No... I covered it up with makeup. You can still see it?" She murmurs, standing in front of the mirror. "Let me apply some powder. Please wait a moment." I sigh, sinking my

Third Person POV The road is a bit bumpy. The man sitting at the back of the car looks careless with his posture. The vehicle seems unable to accommodate his long athletic legs, and his mere presence makes the huge space feel cramped. He runs a hand through his hair, looking at the man in the driver’s seat. “Once we get to the hotel, contact our informants and find where she is. I want her out before night falls.” The man, Arnold Gillan, widens his eyes slightly. “You want her out? That will be a bit difficult. The hospital’s security isn’t that easy to break into.” Jermaine pinches the space between his brows, clearly tired. “Do as I say. We don’t keep people in this pack for nothing.” His tone leaves no room for opposition, and Arnold ends up nodding instinctively. A few seconds later, he can’t resist asking, “Mmm, by the way, what are you going to do after we find her? You shut down the conversation when they try to talk about acquisition.” “Depends on how I feel.”

Nat's POVArnold hums. “Do you think I come here out of my own accord? Seriously?”Nat’s breathing turns heavy, and her hand forms a clench. “Where is he?”“Call him yourself.” And without lingering, he walks out of the room.“I figure that out.” Natasha mutters, pulling off the wigs.She lies back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with uncertainty. “He must have tried to get to me and came when he couldn’t reach me. Jermaine...”She exhales. “I miss him.”At the same time, Arnold informs Jermaine that Natasha is out.The latter responds with a smile. “Good. Time to proceed with the plan.”Arnold is about to leave when Jermaine calls. “Did she ask for me?”Arnold hesitates for a few seconds before opening his mouth. “Yes. She did.”“Okay. You can go.”After the door shuts, indicating Arnold has left, Jermaine murmurs, “I really wanna see her.”His wolf, Henry, responds. [You will, soon. Seeing her now might cause you to have a second thought.]Jermaine puts his elbow on the table, su

Jermaine's POV Arnold is about to leave after the staff's report, but I catch on to something important. “Natasha is still here?” The staff affirms. “Yes. She is staying in.” Oh. My heart skips, a feeling I haven’t felt in years stirring in my chest. I had thought I’ll never feel that way again, yet the moment her name is mentioned, every cell in my body turns energetic. “I understand.” With that, I turn on my heels, but the staff clears her throat helplessly. “Do you have anything to say?” Arnold asks. She responds, “Yeah, Miss Natasha actually asks for you and says to let her know when you’re around.” “No problem.” Arriving in front of my suite, I let Arnold go. His footsteps have just faded when I hear another, and it feels as if I have been hit by ice, turning me stiff as I stand still like a statue. She doesn’t speak. She says nothing. Yet that scent never changes. The one I used to think was shampoo before discovering it is actually her natural scent. It hits my no