Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Aria's POVI turned to the twins at once. Luna and Liam were already peering at the frosted glasses with a sort of open curiosity, bouncing lightly on their heels like this was an adventure waiting to unfold. I sighed, then lowered myself into a squat so I was eye level with them. "Hey," I said softly, and they both turned to me immediately. "We're about to see Damon," I continued, carefully choosing my words. "He's not feeling very strong right now, so I need you to to be very respectful, okay? No shouting or running around. Are we clear?" They stared back at me, brows knitting in identical fashion. Luna tilted her head. "Is he sick-sick?" Liam frowned a bit, clearly thinking hard. "He's gonna be okay, right?" I let out a quiet breath and nodded. "Yes he will. But you shouldn't trouble him, that's all." They exchanged an uncertain look, then turned back to me and nodded slowly, like grown adults who had just been reprimanded. "Okay. Momma loves you both."Their expressions

Kyril's POV I lowered the phone slowly from my ear, the faint glow of the screen dimming as the call ended. For a moment, I didn't move. I was seated on my throne when the call came, the ancient stone cold beneath me. Shadows stretched long across the chamber, the dim light barely reaching where I sat. It gave me an air of mystery, as it left me half-consumed in darkness. Yet in all these, I was sitting still and smiling like a fool. A quiet breath left my chest, and I leaned back slightly. My gaze then lifted to the high ceiling I'd stared at countless nights before. I knew I couldn't stop the smile even if I wanted to. It lingered on my lips, warm and boyish–something I hadn't felt in years. I had finally spoken to Aria peacefully. No shouting, no bitterness, no venomous words hurled across. Just her calm voice and mine, and the soft pauses that felt blissful. Inside me, my wolf felt different. Since Aria walked out of my life, it had been restless, pacing endlessly beneath

Kyril's POVWe moved deeper, my wolf roaring in triumph as silence gradually reclaimed the clearing. The last rogues struggled, some begged. But none survived.By the time the forest finally grew quiet, my wolf was satisfied.I went still as I overlooked the dark expanse below with a heaving chest, and fur matted with blood that wasn't mine. Lifting my head, I scented the wind one last time. Nothing. No more rogues to hunt. With a final glance at Marcus, we turned and sprinted back toward the mansion. Our shadows sliced through the night, and soon, the iron gates came into view. Two guards were already waiting. Their heads were bowed, and neatly folded clothes laid out near the enclosure just inside the walls. We slipped through without slowing, and inside the enclosure, shifted back into our human form. Moments later, I was human again, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat as I reached for the clothes arranged for me. Marcus did the same. As I pulled my shirt on, the weight o

Aria's POV"That's it!" The words tore out of me before I realized I was saying them. Heat had flooded my veins already, sharp and immediate, and I turned away from Maya. My hand reached for the door handle, thoughts racing far ahead of me–march back through the gates and make that teacher look me in the eye and explain what the hell she was up to with my daughter. But my fingers had barely brushed the handle when I felt a weight settle on my shoulder. "Wait a bit," Maya said. Her grip was steady, and I froze, my breath coming too fast as she leaned closer. "Don't let anger cloud you. I would've done the very same as you now, but I thought better." I turned back to her, pure fury burning behind my eyes. "What do you mean? The teacher is a sorcerer–" "Indeed, she could be one," Maya cut in smoothly. "Or not. We can't be certain of it, and we can't just draw conclusions yet." Her words sank in slowly, causing me to clench my jaw as I stared straight ahead. She was right. Storming

Aria's POV I brought the phone down slowly, letting out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Gosh," I muttered, rubbing my temple as I leaned back on the cushion. "I was too mean to him, wasn't I?" Maya looked up from the book spread across her legs, one brow lifting as a grin tugged at her lips. "Honestly? I'll feel uneasy if I was him." I shot her a look, half defensive, half guilty. "But," she added quickly, waving her index finger, "don't spiral. You've been glued to that laptop for hours, and that call was probably the last thing you wanted right now." "Yeah. I've just been–" I paused, my eyes drifting back to my phone. The dark screen reflected my face back at me. I unlocked it without really thinking, then dropped it by my side when the page on my laptop flickered again, teasing me with another slow load. The room grew too quiet, and I began to miss my kids. Their absence gave my thoughts too much space to stretch. I instantly turned to Maya. "What d