บททั้งหมดของ His Regret, The Crown's Claim : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The walk back from the vaults felt like walking through a dream where the floor was made of glass. Kael didn't let go of my hand for even a second, his grip so tight his bandaged palm bled freshly, staining the white marble of the corridor. The palace was in an uproar at the moment. As we walked past, we met guards running with silver infused guns and servants weeping in the corner with injured bodies due to the second explosion, but Kael's eyes were fixed on the doors of the Royal Bedchamber."Kael, wait," I whispered as he pulled me inside and bolted the heavy doors. The room was bathed in the cool, silver light of the moon, casting long, dramatic shadows across the velvet spread of the bed. "The Council... Axel said they’re already meeting. If we do this now, in the dark, and they find out…""I don't care about the Council, I never did." he snapped, turning to face me. He looked wild, his hair matted with the dust of the vault, his clothes torn. "Cade was in the palace and he was

~ Cade's POV ~My lungs burned with every breath I took and my head felt like it had been split open by a rusted axe. I couldn't get the image of Risa out of my mind.The Risa, standing in that silver light, looking at me with a pity that hurt more than anything.We were in the back of a nondescript black SUV, the tires screaming as we tore away from the palace perimeter. I was slumped in the backseat, my body shivering despite the heat. Zara sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the window, her gaze sharp and cold against the passing streetlights and she was on high alert."She was there," I whispered, my voice sounding like broken glass. "Risa. She was so close, Zara. If I had just…""Shut the hell up, Cade," Zara snapped. Her voice didn't have its usual melodic lilt; it was like a whip-crack of pure venom. "Just shut the hell up for a second and don't piss me off the more."I closed my mouth as I stared at her surprised.The vehicle swerved into an old warehouse district on the outskirt

~ Risa's POV ~The atmosphere in the room had changed from a sanctuary to a war room. Brandon’s team moved through the corridors with a silent precision, their gear a stark contrast to the velvet tapestries of the room.I stood by the windows, watching the horizon. The sun was setting, bleeding a bruised purple across the city, but my mind was miles away, buried in the snow of the North.The mark on my neck was creating a low-frequency hum in my veins, a constant reminder that I was no longer just Risa. I was a vessel now for a goddess that probably hated me.When Kael walked into the room, the hum turned into a roar. I didn't need to see his face to know what had happened in the Council Chamber because the air around him was scorched, vibrating with the residual energy of an Alpha Command."You used it," I whispered, turning to face him. "The Command. Kael, you forced them."Kael stopped, he looked weary, the weight of the crown appearing heavier than ever. "They left me no choice, R

~ Kael's POV ~The air in the Grayson territory didn't just feel cold but it felt stagnant, like a breath held too long in a dying lung.Our transport touched down on the reinforced helipad of the Northern compound with a thud. I needed to be here immediately so I took a private jet.I had to catch Cade before he escaped.Before the rotors had even ceased their whirring, Brandon and the vanguard were out, their silver-tipped rifles leveled at the line of Grayson guards who stood waiting in the floodlights. I stepped off the ramp, the wind whipping my coat around my legs. Beside me, Risa moved with grace, her face pale. She had insisted on wearing a coat of deep charcoal wool, but even through the thick fabric, I could see the faint shimmer of the light at her throat. It was as if she were a star wrapped in darkness."Sire," Brandon murmured into his comms, stepping back to allow us passage.The Head Elder of the Grayson pack, a man named Silas, shuffled forward. He lowered his head u

The flight back to the palace was a descent into a different kind of darkness. Outside the reinforced glass of the royal transport, the Northern lands blurred into a smear of desolate white, but inside, the silence was heavy enough to choke. Kael sat across from me, his face full of unsaid words and exhaustion. He hadn't let go of my hand since we left the prison, but his grip was different now. He was holding on to me as if I was going to run away from him. I held him back, to reassure him that I was going to be here. I already promised so I was going to do everything to keep my words.I stared at my reflection in the window. The silver light beneath my skin was quiet now, a dormant ember, but Zara’s words were a relentless loop in my brain. “You are utterly pitiful. Fire always ends in ash.” I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to breathe."Kael," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.He looked up instantly, his blue eyes searching mine for any sign of dis