All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rhiannon's POVSoren found out at breakfast.He noticed the ring before I said anything—he noticed everything before anyone said anything, which was a trait I recognised and which was going to cause me significant trouble when he was older. He stopped with his spoon halfway to his mouth and looked at my hand and then looked at Darius's hand and then looked at me."You did it," he said."We did," I said.He put his spoon down with the deliberateness of someone setting aside a lesser concern."Both of you?" he said."Both of us.""At the same time?""Roughly simultaneously, yes."He absorbed this. "I told him to," he said. "He told me he was going to do it properly. I told him what properly meant for you.""What did you tell him?""That you don't like fussing." He picked his spoon back up. "Was I right?"Darius was watching him with the expression that had no name. "You were right," he said.Soren looked satisfied. "Good. I've been watching for a while. I know things."He went back to b

Darius's POVI couldn't sleep.This was not unusual—there had been perhaps a dozen nights in the last two months when sleep had arrived without negotiation. But tonight was different from the others. Tonight was not the sleeplessness of dread or calculation. It was the sleeplessness of someone standing at the edge of something enormous, looking at it, trying to understand the shape of it before they had to walk into it.Tomorrow we went to the forest clearing. Tomorrow Rhiannon offered her Primordial blood to sever a two-thousand-year anchor. Tomorrow Malachar either let Isolde go or the ritual failed and we began the search for another answer.I lay in the dark and felt Rhiannon two rooms down through the bond—not asleep but not awake the way I was awake. Something quieter. The particular stillness of someone who has made their decision completely and is simply being with it before the morning arrives.I got up. Went to Soren's room first.He was asleep, which was not a small thing.

Darius's POVThe light that came from her was not silver.It was older than silver. It was the colour of the sky in the moment before dawn when all the dark has gone but the light hasn't fully declared itself yet—that precise in-between that doesn't have a name because it's too brief to require one.It rose from her skin slowly. Not explosively, not the desperate flare of the mountain or the Bloodletter fight. Controlled. Exactly as Sera had calibrated—a flow rate, not a torrent. The Primordial layer opening like a door held steady rather than broken down.I stood at the meadow's edge and did not move.The bond told me what she was feeling more clearly than her face, which had gone still and inward the way it went when she was doing something that required all of her. Not pain—not quite. Something more like effort of a kind that doesn't involve muscle. The particular concentration of doing something that only you can do, doing it correctly, doing it for the people who need it done.Ma

Rhiannon's POVThe east parlor had been commandeered.I discovered this on day six of my recovery — the first morning I felt genuinely upright rather than performing uprightness — when I came downstairs and found the door closed and sounds coming through it that indicated significant organisational activity.I opened it.Sera stood at a table covered in paper. Not scattered paper — organised paper, which was worse, because it implied a system and systems implied this had been going on for some time. Lists were pinned to a board she'd had mounted on the wall. The board had not been there three days ago."Good morning," she said, without looking up."What is this?""Wedding planning." She looked up. "Don't make that face. Someone has to."I looked at the board. The lists were colour-coded. She had used at least four different inks."How long have you been doing this?""Since the day after the ritual.""That was yesterday.""I work quickly when motivated." She set down her pen. "Sit down

Rhiannon's POVThe morning of the wedding, Soren would not stand still.He'd been in the formal outfit since approximately dawn — the dark jacket and trousers Sera had selected, which he'd agreed to wear and was now wearing with the slightly rigid posture of someone operating in unfamiliar constraints. He stood in my doorway while Nyx pinned the final adjustment to the dress and delivered a running assessment of the preparations downstairs."The food smells good. Cade dropped something and said a word I'm not supposed to say. The stone circle meadow has flowers now, someone put flowers everywhere. Caelum is standing near the entrance looking like he doesn't know what to do at a celebration.""What is he doing?" I asked."Standing," Soren said. "Very correctly.""That's normal.""Marcus told him to hold a drink and look like he was enjoying himself and Caelum said he didn't drink and Marcus said that wasn't the point and they had a whole conversation about it."Nyx finished the pin. I