All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 95

Aria's POV Maya's last words hung in the air for a while. I didn't give an answer, not right away. I only tapped my fingers on the steering wheel–slow, steady taps that helped my hands from trembling. My breath felt too tight. Finally, I turned to her. "I'll be right back Maya." Without waiting for a reply, I opened the car door and stepped out into the afternoon sun. The air felt heavy as I moved, more like all the thoughts from the warehouse had followed me, clinging fast to the back of my mind like shadows I just couldn't shake off. "No," I whispered to myself as I tried to push it all down, pushing it harder than I had pushed anything in the last few years. 'Not here,' I thought. Not in front of my kids. I inhaled deeply as I walked into the school hallway, letting the familiar smell of fun crayons and disinfectant settle my nerves. Fellow parents chatted outside classrooms, teachers called out instructions, and little feet thudded on polished floors. Everything looked nor

Aria's POVThe noise from the production unit surged around us, but even in all that, Frost's voice carried straight to me as it always did. "Aria?" Maya turned to the direction of the voice, forcing a brightness into her eyes that I knew just wasn't real. I did the exact same, lifting the smile that I'd worn back with the kids. "Frost," I greeted, raising a hand quite cheerfully despite the tightness in my chest. "You came." "Yeah, always at the oddest hours," Maya joked loudly, nudging him with her elbow. He chuckled, then glanced around. "I feel like I just stepped into a metal hurricane." "Well, that's Stone Magic for you," Maya replied. "You're welcome, Frost." He nodded, and just as he mouthed a thank you, I reached for a warm and steady hand. "Come, let's go somewhere quieter. The kids would love to see you." I tugged him along with me, and he didn't resist. He never did with me. We made our way through the corridors, the powerful noise dimming bit by bit until I final

Kyril's POV "We'll be in touch," I said, ending the phone call. Then, I turned around and walked back into my chambers. Sienna was still there, now sitting on the bed and staring at the empty space before her. She wore a half-wounded and half-calculating facial expression, and as soon as I walked in, she turned her gaze to me, more like she was expecting an apology. She got none of course. I said nothing, not even a word. I simply went to the corner where my shirt lay, picked it up, and slid it over my shoulders. Then, I turned around and left her there in silence. The hallway strangely felt colder than it had minutes ago. Every echo of my steps drummed into my skull, quite heavy like ancient battle drums. I walked into the main sitting room and sank into one of the big sofas, running a hand over my face. Then slowly, I shut my eyes. Just for a moment, I convinced myself. Just a breath. But the moment I blinked, I wasn't in the sitting room anymore. No, I was back in my old ch