All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: His Rejected Hybrid Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria's POVFor a long moment after Maya mentioned Frost's name, the office felt strangely still, like the air itself held its breath. I sat on the very edge of my desk, letting the possibility settle inside me. Frost could help me with resources and machines, if he wanted to. All he needed to do was to submit a request to the other mightier packs he was in alliance with, and the money to build the equipment would be available.I lifted a hand, pressing my fingers lightly to my forehead as I let myself think deep about the possibility. My mind quickly began to form a chain of logic. Frost, despite the current economic crises of his pack, had resources beyond any pack listed on Maya's ledger. His office had power and connections, a network of alliances that dared to stretch into territories most Alphas wouldn't dare step foot in. More than all that, a good lot of these packs owed his father favours, as he had mentioned once. He could tap into them if he really wanted to. He could he

Aria's POVThe rest of the day slipped past like water running through my fingers. One moment I was stepping into the office, the very next I was moving from factory room to factory room, Damon and Maya behind me. They understood that my mind was nowhere as steady as I pretended it to be. My thoughts were filled with potent formulas, luna cycles, and shipments. But somehow, thoughts of Kyril found it's way into it all. "Bigger dreams need bigger machines," Maya muttered as soon as we got into one of the production chambers. Then she turned to me. "You spoke with Frost?" I shook my head. "Not yet. I felt it would be best to call him at home. Later at night, perhaps." "Yeah," she replied. "He's a friend." "Of course. Wouldn't want to fix a call with him after the other Alphas. He's more to me than they are." With that, I patted her back, and we headed into the production unit. Damon was already in the main production bay, and the place buzzed with the familiar scents of herbs and

Aria's POVThe drive to Silvercrest took over an hour, but it passed in a focused silence between my partner and me."Look at the tall pines," I muttered to Maya's hearing as soon as we approached the borders of the pack. "Very beautiful," she replied. "They're oldies but still goldies." I nodded, noting how the shadows of the pines stretched long across the asphalt as the sun climbed toward its late morning peak. The deeper we drove into Silvercrest, the more dazed we were with its natural touch. Silvercrest was a quiet pack, disciplined in a way that made everything feel... well, contained. Even the land seemed to breathe with restraint, more like every tree had learned how to stand perfectly at attention. We finally pulled up to Alpha David's mansion, and when we did, two werewolf guards stepped forward. They bowed briefly before waving at us through the wrought iron gates. "The Alpha awaits you," one of them said out loud. "Still strict as ever," Maya muttered, waving back

Aria's POV For a heartbeat, I didn't breathe. Frost standing on my porch was something my mind never prepared for–not this night at least. His aura was totally different tonight. It was thick, more like the very air around him bent on his command, tilting toward him, and even obeyed his every move. My hand tightened around the edge of my door, and it took my throat a full second to remember how to work before a word finally staggered out. "F-Frost?" I stammered. "What...what are you... how are you?" Oh gosh, I couldn't control his large presence. Instead of replying, he slowly dropped his gaze to the flower in his hand–a deep, red camellia. It was totally stunning, the very kind of flower you just couldn't buy casually. Then, he stepped forward just enough for the porch light to kiss the very top of his cheekbone. Then, he gently lifted the flower between us. "For you," he said in his soft, deep voice. Then, with a breath that curled warm and lovely in the cold air, he added,

Aria's POVFor about the longest second of my life, I couldn't move. I only blinked slowly, gripping the edge of the table. "What do you mean by 'moving further away'?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He immediately closed his eyes and heaved a long, worn-out sigh, more like he'd been carrying this weight far longer than I knew. Then, he looked at me again, and oh, the intensity I caught in his eyes nearly knocked strength out of my legs. "You really want to know?" he asked softly, rubbing his hands slowly. "Yeah, tell me," I answered, firming my tone. He dragged a hand through his hair, leaning back slightly. For a moment, he looked completely tired and exhausted, and I just wanted to go to him and hold him close like I'd do one of my children. But, no. He had some explanations to make. "Aria, ever since you returned from the custody hearing in the sacred mountains, I seemed to have lost you. You couldn't stop your thoughts from drifting back to Kyril Grant. You'd a