All Chapters of Alpha's Regret After I Left : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I can’t help but sigh, knowing how insistent this man can become. Especially when it's something that he wants. He doesn't give up. His tone is also softer, as if he is trying to, “I thought you cared about your Alpha. What’s wrong with sharing the bed once in a while if it helps my health? And didn’t we do it many times when we were kids?”I shrug. “You said it yourself... when we were kids. Now we’re adults. Of course, things aren’t bound to stay the same.”“Oh…” is all he says, but that single word seems to carry a ton of weight.“Why not?”“What?”“Why can’t things stay the same?” He places his hand on my hair, turning my head slightly and staring. “Why?”I swallow, suddenly intimidated. “We grew up.”“How does growing up define what we do together? It’s not like we’re going to have sex.... or did you think in that direction?”“Uh! Obviously not!” I am taken aback and immediately deny. “Good,” he says. “You don’t have to read into anything. And… if you can share the bed with a m

Jermaine's POV Nirvana Hotel. Private room. “Hi, Anax of the South. I am Marietta Jones, popularly known as Dark Owl. It’s a pleasure to be invited by you.” The woman looks like a textbook description of a witch. Her lips bear a wide smile, but she looks quite different from what I’ve heard.Spare me the smile.I’ve been informed of the atrocities she did to Natasha because of her daughter.“Please sit.” I motion to the chair, and she does.“The tea just got brewed. You should take it while it’s hot.” I point out. She giggles, covering her mouth. “Oh my. You’re so sweet.” “I heard about your daughter, Freya.” I say calmly. Her face falls, and her smile vanishes.“And the unfortunate incident of having her privacy leaked. I’m sorry about that.” Her eyes light up again. “Don’t be. It was the fault of that messy hospital anyway.”“You’re very protective of your daughter—that’s nice.”She beams. “Of course. She’s the only child I had with my beloved. Anyone who hurts her hurts me t

Ivan's POV I observe the man before me, gold chains on his neck, gold piercings on his ears, and his wrists also adorned with several golden jewelries.This is probably his way of showing he is loaded, and indeed, he is. At the same time, he is a smart merchant with incredible visions.Don't judge a book by its cover, they say. This man has multiple successful ventures, but most importantly, he doesn't hesitate when it comes to investing.And so far, one of our most successful projects is what he funds 40%.But now...This same man who would laugh at every little thing I say while complimenting me for no reason refuses to touch the tea I personally brew."Is something wrong? Is it too sweet?"He sighs, shaking his head. "Not at all. I just don't have the stomach to drink your tea anymore."My heart skips, an ominous feeling rising within me. This doesn't sound like anything good. "What does that mean?" I ask, trying to keep my calm. "I would like to withdraw my investments." He fin

Oh yeah.They are asking for me at Hugh Valley.I slip on my coat, brush my hair back, drink some water, and leave for the valley at the far edge of the pack.The people in there are the protectors of the pack. The Elders. And Hugh Valley is akin to their own pack house. They love playing and hunting a lot so they stay together.However, their old age doesn't mean they aren't powerful. If anything, it is the opposite: their power grows immensely as they age, and the stronger they get, the closer they are to death.Which is why they spend that energy hunting in Hugh Valley.Rarely do they ever show their faces again after they leave. But when the pack faces any sort of trouble, they are the first to stand, plan, and fight if need be.And now, they have called to see me.I adjust my blazer, swallowing as my palm keeps twitching with nerves.Jonah stands behind me, his expression unreadable.Hugh Valley is one of the largest places in this pack, even bigger than my mansion. No guards or

Natasha's POV The news flashing across my screen leaves my jaw dropping in disbelief. It’s a video of a hit-and-run. What’s even more shocking is that the owner of the car is clearly Ivan. I know that plate number like I know my patients' names. Waiting for Ivan to return to the mansion every day means I’m always on the lookout for this particular car, his favorite ride. I never expected him to hit someone and just run away. “Oh my gosh!” I jump out of my seat and rush to Jermaine’s door, knocking on it. Once I get his permission, I slip inside the room—but almost turn back when I see he’s shirtless, with just a white towel wrapped around his waist. He has well-defined eight packs and a narrow waist. Muscles bulge across his abdomen, firm and tight, disappearing into the towel. He’s such a feast for the eyes that I almost forget why I’m here. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I’ve been staring for a good while. Turning around, I whisper, “You should get dressed.” “I’m