All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Aria's POVAt first it was subtle, more like walking toward a campfire from a distance. But then, it intensified. The air grew warmer against my skin, sweat beads forming at my temples. My breath came out a bit heavier from the suffocating warmth. "Oh my goodness," I muttered just as the narrow bush path finally cleared. I stepped into an opening and froze. There was no fire. But the clearing glowed as though engulfed by one. The heat rolled in waves, distorting the air like invisible flames kicked at reality. At least a dozen rogues stood scattered across the clearing, their bodies massive–grotesquely distorted versions of wolves. Some paced restlessly, their claws digging into the earth. Others stood still, heads lowered but eyes fixed on me. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath at the sight of all these. What the hell had we gotten ourselves into?Near the edges of the clearing stood figures cloaked in dark garments. Their faces were partially hidden beneath hoods, but I

Aria's POVI wanted so badly to scream at Luna, to tell her not to believe a word. But I couldn't. My body remained a prison of my will. I watched in dismay as Luna began to descend. She did this inch by inch, her feet soon touching the earth again. The very moment her shoes brushed the ground, Vera clicked her fingers. At the sharp sound of her action, rogues instantly sprang into motion. They surged forward from the perimeter, the massive beasts closing in around Luna in a tightening circle. Their grotesquely distorted forms towered over her contrasting very small frame. They howled like the savages that they were, and Luna gasped. Her bravado shattered, the glow in her eyes vanishing. It was replaced by raw fear. "Momma!" she screamed like the little girl that she was. The sound broke me, but I still couldn't move. The rogues snarled inches from her, their claws gouging the earth, and jaws snapping close enough that she flinched back with every movement. With the great fea

Aria's POV"Your son is falling," another witch added sweetly. "You must save." My heart pounded violently, as I knew their intention. They wanted me to put Luna down so they would take her and vanish. I watched as they tilted their heads simultaneously. "What will you choose now, mother?" one asked lazily. "The wolf-child, or the witch-child?" "Liam is a werewolf," another reminded me. "An alpha wolf. He is more important in the scheme of things." Their evil laughter scraped against my ears. My gaze darted between the cliff and the witches. I noted how Liam's claws scraped against stone. "Liam," I muttered. "No. No." Frost roared again, his fury and helplessness shaking the clearing. I was suffocating. I couldn't lose either of the twins. I sure wouldn't bear it."What will you do?" the witches mocked again, a sense of urgency lacing their voice this time. "Save Liam," one urged softly. "Or hold on to the witch-girl?"Tears streamed down my face as my body trembled with in

Aria's POVI turned to see Maya beside Luna, crouching slightly. Her palm lifted to cup Luna's face, brushing gently across the little girl's cheeks. "Oh, sweetheart," she breathed. "Thank goodness you were rescued." Luna blinked slowly at her, but said not a word. Maya's gaze then shifted to Liam. She inhaled sharply at the sight of his injuries, but didn't panic. She reached down and carefully took his hands in hers, holding it as though scared that he might drift away if she let go. "I saw his wolf dash into the forest earlier," she said quietly. "That was when I called Kyril. Oh, he moved so fast." I chuckled dryly. "It's still a wonder how he could transform into his wolf at such a young age." Her eyes lifted to me. "How is he?" she asked, voice tight with concern. "Is he badly injured?" I was trying off the bandage when she asked this. "He should be fine–" I began automatically. "He's dying," Luna cut in suddenly, her voice very gentle. "Momma, he's dying." Both Maya

Aria's POV"You'll see me at the hospital," Kyril said firmly. I nodded just as the ambulance lurched forward. Inside, monitors beeped, and metal instruments clinked. One medic had cut through Liam's already torn shirt, and another inserted a line into his arm. "Blood pressure dropping–" "Prep transfusion–" Oh, the faces of the medics terrified me greatly. They exchanged quick glances between themselves without words. I felt Luna's grip tighten around my fingers, and I hadn't even realized tears were streaming down my face until one of them dropped onto Liam's hand. "Stay with me," I whispered into the air. "Please. Liam baby. Stay with...stay with momma." Just then, a medic turned toward me. His eyes met mine. "Are you the mother of the boy?" "Yes...yes." The word came out breathless and immediately. "Yes I am." The man held my gaze for half a second too long. Then he slowly shook his head. "It appears your son has lost a lot of blood." He had just finished saying this w