All Chapters of Too Late for Regrets: Alpha Husband Rejects my Rejection: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Coren's voice cuts the flashbacks running through my mind, "Does it look like what I think it is?"A flood of bitterness from all those years ago comes rushing back and I respond sharper than I expected, "Do you suddenly want to believe me now when you didn't believe me then?"Coren's eyes immediately gleam with a bit of anger, or is it hurt? I can't tell and he doesn't let me. He just responds by exhaling and gritting out tense words, "This isn't the time for this, Destiny. Please."I hear what he says but another part of me also only hears the part he doesn't.He thinks I'm being dramatic by responding this way, but he's the one who decided to show me the picture. He's the one who's asking me if the initial left on Karl's corpse matches the one left on Amelia, my childhood pet.Tears smart behind my eyes at the mere thought of her, and it feels silly but the hurt feels fresh. It always feels fresh.Amelia was my wolf dog, rescued by my father as a pup and given to me. The first gift

Jack isn't in his room when I go up.I search for him but he's nowhere in the house. If he just wasn't in his room, then I should have been able to track him by the sound of his voice.The silence that meets me in every room tells me Jack isn't here in the packhouse at all so I go back to his room.I've just settled in with one of his books by the window when Lucy walks in with a breakfast tray in both hands. I begin noticing things immediately.Lucy's hair, which she used to wear in a braid or a knot, is loose now. It falls over her back in sleek waves and frames the side of her face beautifully, yet all that comes to my mind is how on one occasion years ago, Lucy told me she doesn't like wearing her hair down.It was on one of our first few encounters when I just became Luna. While working with her in the kitchen, she had smiled shyly, eyes forward as she told me,"It could get into the food. Ma Hattie and Auntie Mae always taught me to wear my hair up or in a knot when cooking, or

Smoke from the fires burns the back of my throat.Karl's body lies on the funeral pyre, unlit but swathed in the traditional burial fabric of the Silvercrest pack. The moon is high in the sky and the pack's crest is hand stitched onto every surface of the cloth, gleaming in outlines of gold and silver.Karl was a Gamma, and rising so far up the warrior rank means that this honor is conferred upon him in death.The old Silvercrest legends say that warriors who are wrapped like this upon their death get burned, so their souls can ascend and they can rest in eternal light with the Moon Goddess. I watch as the warriors pour oil and pine resin over Karl's body while the torches, already lit and smoking around the clearing, spit and crackle.Wolves stand shoulder to shoulder, each face lit by firelight but also covered in the shadow of night.Coren's hand rests low on my back, and though it sends a light jolt through me, I let him.He's barely left me all night. Our bond is not as strong as

Tristan's POV.The last time I saw my sister alive, she was laughing.My last memory of Tracy is both of us at the edge of the northern border of the pack. Tracy is barefoot, wind in her hair and her eyes bright with a reckless determination to get all she wants in life."Honestly, you think too much, Tristan." She tells me, her legs dangling over the edge of a cliff that offers a scenic look of the forests and streams that make up the northern border.I'm leaning on a tree, hands folded in front of my chest as always, but as always, when it's just us, there's no scowl on my face.I'm not wearing the mask of Beta I always do when I'm in the presence of others.Tracy turns to look at me when I keep my silence and she sticks her tongue out, taunting, "Has my brother now turned into some wuss that doesn't know how to ask a girl out?I'm sure whoever this is would be willing to throw herself at you if she even thought you liked her. When you tell her, she'll spread her legs and beg you in

Tracy's POV.I should have slit Destiny's throat when I had the chance."You're definitely not some random rogue assassin so why not stop being such a coward and let me see your face if you know you really want to kill me."The moment where she dared me to show my face plays over and over again in my mind like it's a broken record.Instead of tackling her onto the floor, I should have pinned her permanently to that dresser with my Blackbone blade driven deep into her throat. Instead, I chose to let my anger get the best of me and I tackled her to the floor. Now, she's still alive and breathing.I pace inside Lucy's small room, my nails digging into my palm hard enough to draw blood and my chest rising and falling rapidly from the erratic breaths that fill my heart.My entire body is vibrating with anxiety, my hands shaking with fear because two things happened tonight that I did not expect.Two things I didn't think would happen until Destiny was dead and in the ground did.The first