All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Aria's POV"Oh relax, Aria," Maya said gently, glancing at me. "Luna knows way more than you think she does." I shook my head, unease tightening behind my eyes. "Not now, Maya." Then I reached for the door handle. "Let's go see Damon first." For a moment, she looked like she wanted to argue this. But she didn't. She only sighed and opened her own door. I stepped out and turned back to help the kids out. Liam hopped onto the pavement, already craning his neck to look at the tall gates at the hospital.For some reason, the gates were closed, so we had to park the car outside. Luna stepped down too, clutching the page to her chest, her fingers curling around the edges as if it were something precious but fragile. "You sure you want to bring that inside?" I asked gently, rubbing her hair. She nodded at once. "Yes momma." We were just about to head toward the entrance when a man in a staff uniform approached us from the side. He wore a polite smile, his gaze briefly flicking to the

Kyril's POVThe moment Marcus and I stepped into the Council chamber, I felt a strange silence press against my ear. All the members of the Council stood up to honor me, and the doors of the chamber thudded shut. As we settled down, all their eyes fixed on me. Elders, commanders, senior warriors of the pack, even werewolves who had bled for the pack when my father was still the Alpha. They all fixed unblinking eyes on me, probably waiting for something to crack. I met their gaze once, then looked away. No one spoke. No one even breathed too loudly. The usual restless shifting of the elderly members was this time absent, and the silence continued to stretch. My mother was present, and I could feel her stare from across the table. Even Marcus maintained the silence we had met. His posture was calm, his presence anchoring. Across the chamber, Hartley lounged back in his chair, one boot hooked carelessly around a table leg. I glanced up and instantly caught his brightened eyes. Once

Aria's POVFrost laughed–full, startled burst that crackled through the speaker. I pulled the phone away from my ear, scowling at it. "That's not funny, Frost," I said flatly. His laughter cut off slowly. "Okay–okay, I'm sorry," he said, a bit breathless now. "I really am. It was a joke I couldn't ignore." I narrowed my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "Frost?" "I'm sorry," he said. "But you have to admit–" He paused a bit, his voice shifting and dropping into a perfect imitation of mine. "Kyril, look, I'm really sorry for–" "Stop it already," I cried, breaking despite myself. But I found it funny. I shot to my feet, laughter bubbling out of me even before I could stop it. My free hand clamped over my mouth as I paced the room. "You think you're funny right?" He actually was. "You sounded so serious," he said helplessly, laughing again. "More like you were about to confess your soul." "Oh my–you didn't just say that now," I groaned, dropping into the edge of my bed. "Y

Aria's POVBy the time dawn began to thin the darkness outside my windows, my eyes felt like sandpaper. The laptop screen before me glowed dully on the dining table, several search tabs open. Academic archives, forbidden forums, half-dead occult blogs, even old coven registries that hadn't been updated in ages. I had chased every lead I could find, but I found nothing leading to the Ashkara Circle. Every reference outside the strange website Maya had managed to stumble on only lopped back on itself. "Bloody hell," I muttered at last as I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes hard. The muscles in my neck were aching badly. The sky outside had begun to pale, and morning was coming whether I liked it or not. Shutting the laptop, I got up and stretched my stuff joints. Then, habit took over. I walked to the kids' room, already thinking about uniforms and breakfast and getting them out the door. Then my hands froze halfway to Luna's drawer. I slapped my forehead softly. "Sill

Aria's POVOur shared laughter finally receded. "So," Frost said, taking my hand gently, "what have you all been up to these days?" By that, and the way he glanced at Liam, I knew what he meant.I squeezed his fingers. "It's a long one. What time do you have?" "Well, I've got a lot," he replied. "I love long stories too." "Okay, so–" I stopped and glanced at my desk. Then I turned back to Frost."Hold on a second," I said as I got to my feet. "I'll be right back." With that, I crossed my table and picked up a blank sheet of paper, a thick old book, and a sketching pencil."What's that for?" Frost asked as I returned and sat beside him again."This?" I said quietly as I set the items between us. "You'll see it when I'm done." "Hmm, interesting. So go on already!" I told him everything. Not in fragments of softened tales. I told it the way truth insists on being told. From the moment Liam vanished from his classroom, through the panic that completely consumed me, the cave that