Semua Bab Her Cold-Hearted Alpha’s Regret: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 21Zachary’s POVThe glass left my hand before my mind could catch up.Then “Ahhh!” I heard Bella's voice.The scream sliced through the room, and my heart stopped for a second, thinking I had killed someone.“Bella?” My voice cracked as I turned.She was standing by the doorway, her hand gripping her arm. Blood was dripping down her skin.“What the hell?” I rushed toward her immediately, noticing the harm I had caused. “Bella, I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t aiming at you!” I said, trying to explain things.She looked at me, shocked more than hurt. “You threw it, Zachary!” she said softly with a deep cry.“I know!” I snapped, then immediately swallowed the tone. “I know… damn it.” I cursed under my breath.The glass shards were scattered across the floor like pieces of my temper. I grabbed a towel, pressing it gently against her bleeding arm as I tried to stop the flow of blood. “Hold still,” I ordered, my Alpha voice slipping out unconsciously.She winced. “Stop talking to me l

Chapter 23Livia’s POVMy phone would not stop vibrating. I stared at the screen like it had personally offended me.It was Hayden Calling again.I let out a slow breath, irritation crawling up my spine. “Persistent much?” I muttered under my breath.A smirk tugged at my lips.Oh, if he wanted to listen so badly… then I would give him something to hear since he doesn't want me to rest.I tapped to answer, connected it to the tiny microphone I had hidden near my bed weeks ago for meetings and recordings. I positioned it carefully, making sure the sound would travel clearly, then I muted him.“Let’s see how long you last,” I whispered, my heart pounding, not from guilt, but from spite.Hayden walked out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips, water still glistening on his chest. He raised an eyebrow at me.“You look mischievous,” he said, narrowing his eyes playfully. “What are you planning?”I smiled sweetly. “Nothing you wouldn’t enjoy.”He laughed. “Dangerous answer.”I pulle

Bella’s POVI hated the silence more than I hated her because everything about her pissed me off.Zachary had always been many things, such as arrogant, dominant, impatient, but never distant and unreachable. Now, when I spoke, it felt like my words hit a wall and slid to the floor. He never cared about me anymore, and it was all because of that stupid, skinny thing called Livia.I clenched my jaw, pacing across the bedroom as the sheets still carried his scent, and hours ago, he had been here with me. We had argued, shouted, and had hurt each other with words sharper than blades, but then we had made love also.Even in his arms when his breath was hot against my neck, I knew I wasn’t the only one in his head at that moment. It was someone else, and I hate to admit it.I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror.“I was here first,” I whispered to myself. “I built this life with him.” Yet somehow, she had slithered in and planted doubt in him since they might be at the

Chapter 27Hayden’s POVThe hall was loud, too loud, laughter, glasses clinking, and Alphas pretending civility while measuring each other like predators circling the same prey, and then I felt it, a stare.I turned slightly, letting my eyes sweep the room without appearing obvious. That was when I saw her, Bella. The wife of Zach.She wasn’t smiling at anyone else; she was looking at me and interestingly, her hand rested on the curve of her pregnant belly, but her eyes? They weren’t soft. They were calculating, curious, and hungry.I excused myself from the Beta I had been speaking to and walked toward her slowly, deliberately. Each step measured to see if she wanted my attention, she would have it.“Luna Bella,” I greeted smoothly when I reached her. I gave her a respectful nod. “You shouldn’t be standing this long in your condition.”Her lips curved politely. “Alpha Hayden. I’m quite fine, thank you,” she said calmly.Her voice was gentle. Too gentle as I glanced at the empty chair

Belle’s POVThe car engine was still running, but it hadn’t moved an inch for almost three minutes as horns blared behind us.Drivers shouted, some even slammed their hands against a steering wheel so hard the sound echoed through the street, but it seemed none of us cared about it, not even a little.In all of these, I sat comfortably in the passenger seat, one hand resting on my swollen stomach, my fingers slowly brushing over the fabric of my dress like I was petting something precious. Something powerful, something dangerous, because this child was powerful and I knew it.I tilted my head slightly, watching Hayden from the corner of my eye. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white.His jaw was locked, and his breathing was sharp.He looked like a man trying very hard not to explode, and this made me almost smile.“Good, let him burn,” I murmured to myself.Behind us, I could clearly see the convoy of black SUVs in the side mirror, my body