All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aria's POV"Aria...there was no version of tonight where I wouldn't have been pleased to be by your side," Frost said, his warm and deep voice wrapping around me. I blinked at him, caught off guard a bit. "Frost–""No." His voice deepened even more, soothing over my skin like velvet. "Let me say this." He took a step even closer, close enough to enable me to feel his warmth in the cool night breeze. With a steady gaze, he held mine. "Aria...from the moment I met you, something in me surely shifted," he revealed softly. "You walk into a room, and everything just...settles. Your presence makes even a broken day feel perfectly whole again, and every time you smile at me, it's–" He exhaled shakily. "Heavenly." My heart lurched painfully and beautifully at the same moment. Butterflies–lots of actual, fluttery and ridiculous butterflies–filled my stomach. "Frost..." I breathed, biting my lower lips a bit and earnestly staring at his eyes. His hands brushed my cheek, just a whisper of

Aria's POVMaya didn't turn toward me when she answered. "He's increased the revenue we're required to generate from the company property," she said flatly. "The lawmakers did that," the Mayor corrected. "I just follow orders, ladies."Maya ignored his comment. "He's also demanding that a cut of the property itself be returned to the district for further development."I blinked once, a slow one. Then twice. A laugh was triggered–sharp and humourless, even before I could stop it. That was indeed the most ridiculous demand I had ever heard in my entire, witch-cursed life. Maya stepped aside just as I dropped onto her chair like my knees had given out. My gaze fixed on the Mayor with a mixture of shock, and a thin flicker of amusement. A cut of the property, my property?Sure. And maybe the moon too, while we're at it. The Mayor swallowed visibly, clearing his throat the way men do when they're fully aware they've said something utterly stupid, but are only just realizing it. "Er

Kyril's POVThe Grant pack Council chamber was quite thick with voices—sharp, irritated and territorial. The elders were seated accordingly along the crescent table, their special silver hair glowing under the ancient lanterns, while the warriors lined opposite sides like armoured shadows waiting for nothing but blood. At the center of it all sat Sienna's father, Hartley. He was smug, restless, and quite loud as usual. "At this rate," he barked, palm hitting the sacred table, "Grant pack is practically inviting hostility from the far Western valley. We all know that the Redmoon pack has powerful enemies, and by keeping them by our side, we inherit those enemies. Now, that's not what you want, is it, Alpha Kyril?"I stared at him, noting the way he emphasized 'Alpha' like he was testing the taste of it in his tongue. I didn't even blink. "What I want," I replied evenly, "is not to throw away a whole decade-long alliance just because of rumours from packs too cowardly to address us d

Aria's POV"This can't be real!" My voice came out strangled and thin, more like it was barely holding itself together. Maya's warm palm was pressed to my shoulder as I paced the length of my sitting room for what had to be the fiftieth time.The bill from the Mayor lay scattered across the coffee table–official seals, several signatures, and one horrifying number stamped in bold at the very center of the page. "Five hundred million?" The scream tore from my throat before I could even stop it. Maya hushed, waving her hand frantically. "The kids are asleep, Aria! Take it easy with yourself, please." I clamped a hand over my mouth, swallowing the panic back down. My pulse hammered so hard it made my palms tremble. Slowly, I forced myself onto a cushion and grabbed the cup of water on the table. Even its coldness couldn't settle the burn in my chest. Sitting surely didn't help–not even in the littlest. I shot back to my feet and resumed pacing. "We just can't pay that bill," Maya sa

Kyril's POV.The two cars drew closer, each rolling down the narrow lane that cut through the District's administrative quarters. "Damn it," I muttered, feeling my pulse slam once as Maya's modest sedan coasted toward us. Sunlight perfectly glinted off its windshield.. For a slight second, everything around slowed. Our tinted windows blessedly hid us well, but as the cars passed each other, I couldn't help but turn my head. I stared too fast to be casual. She was there. Aria. Seated in the passenger seat, her hair pinned back, and her brows furrowed as she spoke to Maya. Then, more like some cosmic joke aligned the universe, Aria lifted her face and turned toward our car. My breath stilled just as I caught a tremor of recognition flickering across her eyes. It was faint and uncertain.. Then the vehicles smoothly slipped past one another, carried by the road's bend. I swallowed down the curse rising in my throat. What awful bad timing? What if she had walked in while we were m