All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aria's POV"What?" I asked, turning to him with a questioning glare. His tone was steady, calm–that kind that only comes before a storm. "They're pulling all resources at their disposal to corner you, Aria." I turned my gaze away from him, heaving a sigh and muttering dryly, "Yeah. I guess they're stronger than I anticipated." "They are, Aria." His reply, and the reality of it sliced through me deeply."They've already invited me to the Supreme Werewolf Council," I said in a shaky whisper. "They're demanding full custody of Liam and Luna." Frost chuckled softly just as he reached my apartment and parked in front of it. "Then it all makes sense now," he said. I turned to him sharply, genuinely confused. "What–what do you mean?" "The Grant Pack didn't just pull out of our alliance for no reason," he explained, leaning slightly closer, his tone turning grave. "Kyril Grant must have assumed you and I were...close. And he thought that cutting ties with the Frostpeak Pack would weake

Aria's POVFrost glanced back, and when his eyes landed on the prisoner, he simply chuckled. "That one? He's unimportant." "Huh? What do you–" "He's a rogue," he interrupted, cutting me short. "Let's go, Aria." I wasn't listening to him, as I slowly stepped toward the cell.The rogue rose from the corner of the cell and approached the bars. He was a tall one–massive shoulders, a strong jaw, and a wide hair that fell over a pair of piercing eyes that were locked on mine, more like I'd been the first real thing he'd seen in a long time. "Help..." he repeated, his voice hoarse and unsteady. I felt struck by something in his tone. It wasn't fear, no. Not even manipulation. It was some sort of...life. His tone was full of life and promise. "He was part of the rogue group that attacked the eastern border. Was caught alive, and he's scheduled for execution before the sun rises," Frost explained, folding his arms. My heart dropped as I turned to Frost. "He'd be...killed?" The rogue

Aria's POV The road blurred beneath me, forming gray steaks and white lines, the world folding in on itself as I sped far beyond anything safe or reasonable. My palms were slick against the steering wheel even as my grip felt iron-tight, fused. I couldn't unclench my teeth, couldn't even breathe or think properly. I could only drive. The phone on the dashboard was on loudspeaker, the group call active. "Aria, please," Maya urged for the third time, her voice trembling through the phone speaker. "Calm down a bit. You need your head on this one." Frost's voice rumbled next through the speaker. "Maya, she's a mother whose kids are in distress. You really think 'calm down' works here?"Wind roared past my windows just as I overtook another car, barely missing it's bumper. I said nothing as the driver howled insults. "The school authorities just briefed me," Maya continued. "They said Liam looked exactly like the werewolf guy who claimed to be a relative. Same golden eyes, same curly

Aria's POV "I wish you luck, you know," the female warrior muttered with a chuckle, tutting. "You'll really need a lot of em." When I finally arrived, the mansion stood exactly as I remembered. It was really ironic how everything in the pack had been touched, saved for the towering, monstrous mansion. It still had the same shade of colour in it's ancient stone pillars and golden lion statues. "Welcome home, Aria Stone," the warrior muttered just as the large gates opened automatically. She walked me out of the car as soon as she found a spot to pack. Inside the compound, waiting like crows perched on a decayed corpse, were Luna Margot Grant and the other one–Sienna. Margot had her hands clasped together dramatically, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh dear," she gasped, taking a step closer to me in exaggerated glide. "Is this you, Aria?" I said nothing. She circled me so slowly, her eyes scanning me from head to toe like she was evaluating a stray dog th

Kyril's POV Night pressed against the windows in Aria's living room–thick and suffocating in its silence.I sat on the edge of her couch, my hands clasped so tightly they ached. Frost sat across me, his posture quite calm, and the twins curled into his sides like they've been there all through their lives. On the arm of their couch perched Maya, her gaze flicking toward me every other second, more like she was waiting for a bomb to drop. None of them spoke. None even breathed wrong. They all just stared at me. After a torturing while of this, Luna leaned closer to Frost, lowering her voice into what she believed was a whisper. But I could hear perfectly."Mr. Kidnapper's staring blankly at us," she said, her gaze darting quickly to my eyes. "Oh no," I muttered, dragging a palm down my face. Then I turned to Frost. "Would you at least tell them," I exhaled, "that a kidnapper doesn't return the 'captive' in this way?" Frost didn't blink. Didn't even smile. He met my gaze with iron