Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Kyril's POV.The sound of my palm striking the Mayor's face cracked through the sterile room like a severe whip. For a painfully long second, I thought nothing had changed. His head only lolled, his lips still parted in an awful, airless silence. Then, a sharp shuddering gasp tore out of him. His eyes suddenly flew open. Frantic, but alive. A breath rattled eagerly through his lungs, then another, then a violent cough folded him forward against the restraining chains. I exhaled so hard my knees nearly buckled. Beside me, Marcus let out a curse of relief, pressing a shaky hand to his forehead. "Bloody moon...was thinking about a nice cemetery just now." I chuckled, then moved quickly. "Come on, Marcus. Free him." Marcus didn't hesitate–chains soon clattered as he unlocked the cuffs and caught the exhausted Mayor before he collapsed. Together, we guided him toward the wide soft bed tucked against the wall. He sagged into the mattress, still wheezing, his fingers trembling violentl

Aria's POVI pinched the bridge of my nose. "Both of you, to your room. Now. And no more touching of anything that can set the neighbourhood on fire." They began to trudge away, Liam sniffling and Luna muttering something inaudible. And just as Luna reached the door, she turned around and met my eyes. "Momma, is everything alright?" I blinked. "What?""Today's not weekend, and were meant to be in school." I rubbed my forehead. "Go to your room, Luna. Today's my little holiday." I followed them to their room and made sure they sat on their beds. Then I gave them a firm childish lecture about fire safety, responsibility, and how an omelette should never look like a rejected spell. After that, I left them there and headed back to my room, feeling ten years older. My phone lay on the bed, lightning up. It did this again and again as dozens of notifications flooded in. When I finally picked it up, my jaw dropped. Thirty seven missed calls. Clients, suppliers, Maya, and even stran

Aria's POVAt first it was just headlights sliding across the sandy path like twin moons in day time. But the moment the vehicle drew nearer, my heart jerked violently. I recognized the car. I knew the damn car. "Aria," Maya called slowly. "Isn't that–" "Frost!" I breathed, every single muscle in my body awakening all at once. The sleek black vehicle pulled beside me with such a quiet, authoritative purr–more like the engine understood perfectly who it belonged to. Before it had fully settled, my pulse was nothing but a wild, chaotic thing inside my chest. The door opened, and he stepped out. Tall as always. Silent, and radiating that cool, crystalline Alpha aura that always seemed to make the air feel sharper and clearer–like winter had briefly descended right where he stood. For a brief moment, my entire world narrowed to that single sight. "Frost..." I whispered, one that came out in a gasp. Without sparing even a thought, my legs simply moved, rushing toward him way befor

Kyril's POV"Alpha," the figure called from a distance."Marcus?" I replied as I recognized the voice. Then I opened the gates and stepped out to meet him. He was flanked by three pack warriors, all geared up and shifting their weight with excitement. "We're heading for the ravine borders, my lord," Marcus explained. "Scents of rogues came in again." "A hunt it is, then?" I growled. They all nodded. "I'm joining." They all bowed. "The pleasure is ours." I stripped off my shirt and joined them in the walk to the forest surrounding the borders. The cold air bit against my skin, muscles tightening with that powerful anticipation before a hunt. My wolf surged forward with raw hunger–not just for the blood of a rogue, but for some sort of release. Anything that would drown out the echo of Sienna's false tears and my mother's venom.When we got to the ravine's edge, we glanced at each other. "I'm the only one with the ability to shift without the full moon," I said. "Of course, my lo

Aria's POVI turned...and my heart skipped a beat. There they were, in all majesty–Luna Margot Grant and her daughter in-law, Sienna. They swept into the chamber like perfect winter queens, moving in a slow, deliberate grace that harshly demanded attention. Margot's gown shimmered like crushed moonstone, every step of hers releasing a soft ripple of white light. Sienna walked half a pace behind the grand Luna–golden hair woven into a braid too perfect to be natural. Her posture was straight enough to cut glass. All subtle conversations died, and heads turned. Even the blue flames along the walls flickered as if blowing. They made an entrance indeed. Drama ran in the Grant bloodline like sweet poison. My stomach couldn't help but coil, but I kept my expression blank as they approached the rows of benches. And fate–an ever twisted mischief maker–guided the drama dolls to the exact rows to the right of us. Great. Sienna was the first to settle, smoothing her gown stylishly. Her