Todos os capítulos de Too Late for Regrets: Alpha Husband Rejects my Rejection: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The first explosion doesn’t just shake the ground, it tears through it.I feel it like a wound splitting open beneath my feet, the force of it echoing through my bones as I clutch my daughter tighter against my chest. The wards I set around Moonveil flicker violently in my mind’s eye, their golden threads trembling under an impact that doesn’t belong to this world. Then another blast follows.It's closer, stronger. And this time, I hear the screams.My senses picks up the screams of wolves and warriors alike.The sounds of pain filter into my ears and my breath catches as I turn toward the pack, instinct warring with fear.Before I can take a single step forward, a voice cuts through the chaos.“Don’t even think about it, Destiny!”Alpha Kieran.His presence slams into the space beside me, strong and unyielding despite the storm of chaos breaking around us. His eyes flick to the child in my arms, then back to my face, and there's a calm to his face.There's a look in his eyes that tel

The ground disappears beneath my feet as the air folds in on itself. A gasp tears from my throat as shadows twist and snap around us like something alive. My vision fractures, dark and light colliding violently as reality struggles to keep up. This isn’t running. This is something else, something faster.“W, what are you doing?” I choke out, clutching my daughter tighter.“Moving,” he replies simply.The forest doesn’t pass us, it splits. One second I’m barely standing, my body shaking from childbirth, my daughter cradled tightly against my chest. The next, the ground disappears beneath me as the air folds in on itself, shadows stretching and snapping like something alive. A sharp gasp tears from my throat as everything twists violently around us, dark and light colliding in streaks that my eyes can’t keep up with. Trees flicker in and out of existence, bending and phasing as if space itself is unraveling beneath us. The air burns cold against my skin, sharp and unnatural, and my ma

My lips thin into a tight line and I want to scream at him, ask him why my baby isn't crying like any other new born child would... But I know I can't. I can still feel the witch hunters following us, and anything that keeps my baby quiet without killing her isn't something for me to make a fuss about.I look down at her again, and her silence unsettles me more than anything else tonight.We keep moving and her glow softens until all I can see is her skin cradled into mine again.The forest grows thicker the deeper we go. At some point my magic flows through the ground again. It leaves me in a rush and assesses the forests around us.I hope against hope that I'll get a different feedback, that my magic will tell me something else this time, but the response is the same.The Witch hunters are still coming. And they're even closer now. I can feel them in the back of my mind.It's like opening a garbage can and the sensation is revolting. Their magic doesn’t blend with the world. It tears

There’s no hesitation in his voice. No evasion. He just sounds honest about all this and that unsettles me more than anything else he’s said tonight.I stare at him, searching his face, trying to make sense of him, trying to understand why everything about him feels like something I should recognize.“You’re lying,” I say quietly, "You won't leave me here."“I’m not.” He says.Forcing myself to be calm, I ask the one question that might get me some insight into who I'm dealing with, "Then how do you know how to fight the witch hunters like that? How do you know where to go, how to evade them?"His gaze sharpens, just a fraction but I can tell he will respond to this question.“I know how to do all this because I’ve seen them before.”My breath catches softly in my chest and the weight of those words settles between us immediately.I ask softly, “You’ve fought the witch hunters before?”He nods, “Yes.”“And you just… didn’t think to mention that earlier?”There’s a flicker of something

I follow her gaze instinctively, my body tensing as I scan the forest around us.but there's nothing around us.There's no movement and no sound. There's nothing I can see, but when I look back down at her, she’s still watching, her gaze focused somewhere just beyond the edge of what I can perceive.A chill slips down my spine as I look at her.I tell myself it’s my imagination. It has to be.I’ve been through too much in too little time. My body is probably drained, my mind stretched thin, and my magic is unstable. Of course things would feel off. Of course I’d start noticing things that aren’t really there. But there's the fact that something in me tells me my baby isn't just looking at nothing.I can feel the thing she's looking at.It starts as a faint pulse beneath my skin, a soft hum of energy that doesn’t quite belong to me. My magic has always been something I feel clearly, something I can identify and control, but this pulse is differentIt’s… responding not to me, or to somet