All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria's POVNo one said a word for a short while, as we were all seemingly absorbed by thoughts of the weight of our reality. Then Frost broke the silence, given me that half smile of his that never tried to promise what he couldn't deliver. "I need to head back to Frostpeak," he said, taking a step closer to me and holding my hand. "You know you're never alone in this, Aria.""I know," I whispered, and for a brief moment, the weight in my chest loosened. "Thanks for all you do, Frost. And I was wondering–" I paused, biting my lower lip and looking away from him. He squeezed my shoulder gently. "Talk to me, Aria." "Would a dinner later tonight be perfect for you?" I finally asked. "Bill's on–" "You're kidding," he interrupted playfully, chuckling. "Dinner is beyond perfect, and I'll foot the bills." With that, he squeezed my shoulder again, then turned away. His long coat swung behind him as he strode to his car. A final wave from him to the kids, and his vehicle disappeared thro

Aria's POV For a long, suspended moment, I could only stare at Maya. "Aria?" she called slowly, staring into my eyes without blinking. "Tell me Kyril's fine." Her words and questions drifted around me like smoke, my mind too fractured to absorb them all at once. The room suddenly felt too small, too bright, and even too loud in its silence. I sank to the nearest chair, my legs finally giving out. "He's still out there," I finally whispered. Maya froze. "Oh no," she muttered, taking some steps backwards. Before any other word could escape her, I pushed myself to my feet again."I'm going after him." Maya gasped, scrambling upright. "Aria–no. That's not happening." She soon darted in front of me. "You can't," she breathed, her eyes wide with fear. "You'll only endanger yourself. Those freaking wolves are still out there!" "Kyril endangered his life for me and my children!" I thundered. The twins flinched at the sound, and I instantly forced myself to breathe, rubbing my foreh

Kyril's POV The air in the room thinned completely the moment the words left my mouth. "Why, Mother?" Her hand froze just inches above my chest. It was still, suspended, and trembling very slightly. Sienna's breath hitched beside me, and I knew then that she was a party to the ambush. " What... what are you saying, Kyril?" Mother whispered in a voice delicate as glass. "You heard me clearly." My throat burned as I forced the words out, but my voice remained ice cold. "You sent mercenaries after Aria–""Kyril–" she interrupted with widened eyes. "You sent them after my children. Why? "Shock painted her expression perfectly. " Kyril, how could you think–"" Don't." I cut her off sharply. The monitor beside me began to beep faster, matching my increasing pulse. " Don't you dare act like you don't know. They didn't come for me. No. They were sent after the kids alone. "" Never. I would never–""You would." My voice was as refined steel." You would do it if it meant securing the li

Aria's POVFrost turned and walked out of the restaurant, the soft clink of cutlery and subtle murmur of conversations fading as he strode toward the door. His shoulders stood stiff–too stiff, and somehow I felt guilt as it twisted somewhere between my ribs. I followed him with quick steps, my heart quicker. Even as I moved, my eyes couldn't help but flick down to my phone, checking the screen for the millionth time that night. Still, I saw nothing. No missed calls. No messages. No sign of Kyril Grant being anywhere alive. The night air hit me hard as I stepped aside. Frost was already unlocking his car, his jaw clearly clenched, and the grow from the streetlamps catching the tension in his expression. He didn't offer to open the door for me like he normally would. He just got in, and I slipped into the passenger seat a heartbeat later. The car ride was quiet except for the low hum of the engine. Frost didn't even turn on the radio. He just drove, eyes fixed forward, the faint go

Aria's POVDozens of names in neat and professional rows–a record Maya never failed to update every year. I recognized the title now that I had clear enough sight to read it properly. "Partner Pack and Alpha Affiliates–Full Ledger." Every single pack I had ever brewed for, every Alpha my company had every supported, healed, supplied potent for, or saved. My thumb drifted over the first line, "Silvercrest Pack–Alpha David." Then I moved to the next, and the next. They were all Alphas with great influence, with resources, and Alphas whose packs and warriors had one time benefited from my emergency magic supply runs. My heartbeat slowed just for a fraction, as a thin, fragile breath escaped me. A realization bloomed. It was timid, uncertain, but very alive. Gently, I set the paper down, staring at the ink for a long time. "This should work," I muttered to myself as the idea grew even stronger. My fingers curled around the edges of the docent, pulling it closer, and holding onto i