Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Regret After I Left : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Third Person POV Ward 201. The room is wide, bright sunlight pouring in through the open windows. A man’s voice echoes—thin, almost feminine, with a strange, colorful lilt. “Ha… look, she’s been found.” He giggles. The sound of a camera shutter clicks from his phone. He raises it and holds it in front of a woman whose face is wrapped in bandages like a mummy. She looks badly injured. “Can you see? Look at her… she’s quite pretty, no wonder that guy likes her,” he says, lowering his eyes to hide the wildness in his gaze. The woman’s pupils widen. Her mouth opens as if she wants to speak, but only incomprehensible sounds come out. “What’s her name again? Natasha Gillan,” he rolls the name on his tongue, then sneers. Rubbing his chin, his eyes flash with something dark. “I heard Bulldog is going to host a coronation ceremony for her soon. You should get better quickly so you can come with me. It’ll be fun… don’t you think?” ★★★ While packing her things, Natasha remembers she s

By the time the car arrives at the hotel, Natasha has completely lost all strength. Noelle urges, “Natasha! Natasha! We’re back. Get out.” Natasha wishes to. Really. But she has no strength. She can’t lift any part of her body. It feels like her body is no longer hers. Noelle grumbles before starting a mind link with Jermaine. [Who knows if it will go through… It’s been a while since I did this. Will he answer?] [Hey. What happened?] comes the cool voice of Jermaine’s wolf. [Natasha has lost consciousness! Come pick her up!] [...Okay.] The response is curt and quick. A few moments later, Jermaine appears in the parking lot, his steps fast and his brows locked. He opens the car, staring at her with a dead gaze. His eyes change when he notices the blood on her lips, but then… he smells something different on her, making him sniff. It’s still her scent. But it feels even more intense. Which is unusual. All of a sudden, something clicks in his mind. His lips seem to curl

Natasha’s POV BAM I collapse. My fingers press flat against the watery floor. My ass is no better—no, it is worse. Pain travels through my spine up to my skull, forcing a groan from my throat. I should not have gotten up. Should not have attempted any of this. And look at me, wanting to shed tears, but there is nothing to shed. And of course, I am not in any condition to attempt standing again. No chance. I have a feeling my next fall will be terrible—terrible enough to cost me a few teeth. The floor is too slippery. So I wait. Head buried in my knees, contemplating my life. I do not know if Jermaine has heard me fall, but if he has, he would be here in a millisecond. So the only explanation is that he is not close. And I would need to contact him. My phone is not within reach, and it takes a few more brain cells before I remember that I have a wolf who can contact his. But I do not really want him to see me in this condition. Not at all. Yet… do I even have a choice? [Shou

Third Person POV "Oh my Goddess! She got her wolf back!" "Quick! Someone go tell the Alpha!" "That was surprising! She's easily one of the biggest wolf I'd ever laid my eyes on." "Yeah, look at those shimmering fur and eyes! Goddess, save her from my envy. She's pretty whether in human or wolf form. Unlike me. Fat either way. I need to exercise more!" Kylie’s sharp and bright eyes roamed around. There weren’t many people nearby, she could use the momentum to disappear right now before things escalated. Cole had many guards, and also a vampire. How could Elijah defeated them all alone? She was about to mind-link Elijah to warn him when strong hoof sounded, and golden eyes pierced straight through her. Cole was back! Her heart rate quickened. How could he have returned so quickly?! "Kylie! You really got your wolf back!" he yelled from afar, standing in front of her, eyeing her huge figure that towered above him—the Alpha. Kylie bared her teeth and took a step back. "Go t

Third Person POV A slow, triumphant smile bloomed across Merilyn’s face, wide and utterly unashamed. It wasn't the polite, practiced, distant smile of a noble lady, but something far more primal and knowing. It was the smile of a hunter who had finally cornered her prize, a curve of pure, predatory satisfaction that reached her eyes, making them glitter with unleashed desire. One of the guards couldn't help but let his gaze flicker toward the commotion. The scene that met his eyes was so jarring, so contrary to everything he knew, that he almost gagged, choking on his own breath. He quickly snapped his head forward, his ears burning, but the image was already seared into his mind. Lady Merilyn, who always carried herself with an air of untouched nobility, as if she'd never even heard a crude word, let alone seen a man's arousal, was now a vision of raw sensuality. Her elegant hand, usually reserved for holding fine china or delicately waving a greeting, was not just resting on Cole