Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret After I Left : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Third Person POV While a scene of raw, passionate abandon unfolded outside by the tranquil lake, where two bodies moved with a single, primal purpose, completely lost to the world like first time pornstars, Kylie's state was the very opposite. She was a world away, trapped in a different kind of prison. The pristine, white-tiled toilet felt more like a cell after almost a hour of relentless sickness. Kylie was slumped against the wall, her brows locked into a frown. Her face was a deathly, frightening pale, the color of old parchment. Her skin was clammy and cool to the touch, covered in a fine, sickly sheen of sweat that made her hair stick to her forehead and temples. Her silver eyes, usually so sharp and full of life, were now wide open and glassy with a deep, bone-weary tiredness. She couldn't even be bothered to close them. Blinking felt like a monumental effort. Every muscle in her body had turned to water, a useless, trembling jelly. It felt as if anything solid inside her —

“Damn, she speaks as if she were truly there,” Natasha says, giving a thumbs-up.“I guess I finally understand why she works for you. She is indeed impressive.”“Let’s continue watching.”Sera continues, “There was pressure. A lot of pressure. She was told taking the blame was the only way to benefit the pack, even though she dedicated her time to healing others. The directors were at her neck. Due to her status as an Omega and an orphan, they thought it was okay for her to be the scapegoat.”“It hurts me to see her treated that way. She deserves far better. I submitted my resignation already. If they could treat her like this, what about me? What about all the hardworking staff? Would I be the lamb if someone of high status did anything wrong?”“I couldn’t remain silent anymore. The public deserves to know she was protecting her patient, not exploiting her.”“I feel… weird,” Natasha says, blinking. I place my hand around her shoulder and draw her closer.“It’s okay. Your name will be

Cole's POV I felt a slight frown tug at my lips, a prickle of discomfort from how frank and cold her voice was. It was like a small, unexpected splash of ice water. But I am the Alpha; THE ALPHA. The head. The owner of this pack. I'm no more that immature person I had been six months ago. Now, I do not show irritation over such trivial things. My face quickly smoothed back into its usual calm mask, my expression schooled into one of patient understanding. I let out a soft, internal sigh. It is only to be expected, really. Women love playing these games of hard to get, testing a man's resolve. Especially someone like Kylie, who once had her young heart quietly broken by me because I was too busy, too blind to realize how deep her love for me ran. Of course now, after that pain, she will definitely be more careful. She’s building walls around herself, afraid to trust me so easily again. It’s a defense mechanism. I get it. Women and their trust issues are truly... Tsk. A complica

Third Person POV Kylie almost snorted from the sheer, overwhelming mockery she felt bubbling up inside her chest. She might not have let the sound escape, keeping her outward composure in check — all thanks to her getting used to him being like this. Still, the faint, involuntary curve of her lips was a dead giveaway. It wasn't a smile of amusement; it was one of a contemptuous twist of her mouth that made it perfectly clear she was ridiculing him on the inside, viewing his every word and action with utter disdain. Of course, Cole didn't notice this subtle betrayal of her true feelings. Or maybe, actually, he did sense her scorn but simply refused to see it — yo acknowledge any reality that didn't fit the narrative he had so carefully constructed in his own twisted mind. "Well," she began, her voice deliberately calm, cool, and a bit lazy, "I have to call my friends back in the city. I need to let them know that I'm okay. They're probably worried about me right now." She paused, o

Lady Merilyn's POV This reaction was quite expected. It must have been a bad memory for him, a dark spot in his past. The idea of having to pretend, to play the part of a golden couple with someone he saw as a sister and friend... it must have felt like a cage. Restrictive and undermining for an Alpha like him. I reached out and gently touched his cheek. His skin was soft and warm against my palm. He didn't pull away, but he didn't lean into the touch either. He loves playing hard to get. "Don't think too much into it," I said, my voice softening into a soothing murmur. "We all do stupid, awkward things when we are younger. We make choices that feel forced. What matters the most isn't where we started." I let my thumb stroke his cheekbone once, lightly. "What matters the most is what we turn out to be when we are older." I watched his face closely, not missing a single flicker of emotion. I saw the shadows in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, and the way h