All Chapters of His Regret, The Crown's Claim : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The morning was cold as my hair fluttered in the wind. The courtyard of the Grayson estate was filled with the smell of diesel exhaust and the heavy clatter of wooden crates being loaded into the transport vans. I stood at the center of it all, with a clipboard in hand, my breath blooming in pale clouds as I checked off the medical supplies."Careful with the insulin crates," I called out to a pair of young pack members. "They are temperature sensitive so move them to the insulated compartment immediately.""Yes, Luna," they chirped in unison, scurrying to obey.I had hand-picked my security detail this time, they were six men and women who had served under my father. They were quiet and loyal to the bloodline, not the current Alpha’s whims. I didn't want any of Cade’s eyes on this trip, especially considering he's being corrupted by Zara. No matter how helpless she looks, I'm sure she can come up with some plotting against me so I have to keep my guard up. I needed the four hour driv

My legs felt heavy, like useless weights of lead and no matter how hard I screamed at my nerves to fire, there was only a terrifying, hollow silence from the waist down. The smell of leaking gasoline was thick enough to choke on. The rough, gloved hand of the man who had peeked into the car reached into the cabin. I couldn't see their faces because they wore matte black tactical masks that turned them into faceless insects. Marcus was slumped, his head at an angle that made my stomach turn. He wasn't breathing."Please," I gasped, the word tasting of copper and dust. "Help him..."But his hand tangled in my hair and hauled me out. I screamed as I was dragged across the broken glass and into the dirt. My dress was completely shredded, as blood dripped from my body. They dropped me a few feet from the wreckage. I lay there, heaving, my fingers clawing at the soil as I tried to pull myself away, but my legs remained dead. The man I assumed was the leader stepped forward. He stood over

I limped down the hallway, the silver cane clicking against the polished floor. Every step sent a throbbing in my legs, but I couldn't sit still. I needed to know about Marcus.One of Kael’s medical staff met me outside the recovery ward. “Luna you should be resting.” She said concerned.I wave my hands, “I'm fine. How is he?” I asked instead. She sighed softly. "The surgery was successful, Luna," she said, her voice soft but professional. "He lost a significant amount of blood, and we had to reset his shoulder and hip, but he’s stable. He’s just unconscious for now, which is for the best. He needs the rest to begin healing." She told me. I felt the heavy weight lift off my chest, though the guilt still lingered like a bitter aftertaste. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes for a brief second. "Thank you. Please, give him the best care possible.""The King has already ordered it," she replied. I was happy that he would be alright. He really didn't deserve to be injured like t

The air in the car was already charged with tension and I could feel Cade's gaze poking at my sides without me having to look at him. The scent of his agitation was a sharp tang that filled the small space, making it harder to breathe. I breathed in, trying to pretend like I didn't see how annoyed he was because honestly, I really didn't care. I could see Kael still standing at the entrance as our car drove away from the compound and I wondered what would have been said if we had finished our conversation if Cade hadn't interrupted us. Cade didn't even wait for us to leave the safe house gates before he exploded, well I expected him to lash out as soon as we got into the car, so I guess he showed a bit more patience than usual."What the fuck was he doing there, Risa?” He growled, looking at me like I was some infidel.I sighed, bored already and I knew this conversation was definitely not going to end well. “Maybe he was just strolling. I don't know..gosh stop asking an injured woma

The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of my bedroom in sharp, needle-like rays that made the throbbing behind my eyes intensify by a thousand degrees. Every inch of my body felt like it had been tenderized with a hammer, and the scent of the medicinal salves the servants had applied to my legs was thick and cloying. I didn't like the smell at all. Gina and two other girls were moving silently around the room, their faces etched with a mixture of pity and terror. They brought fresh linens, a tray of light broth, and a basin of cool water, treating me as if I were a piece of spun glass that might shatter at a loud noise."Where is the headache powder?" I croaked, my throat feeling like it had been lined with sandpaper."Right here, Luna," Gina whispered, quickly dissolving a bitter white powder into a glass of water. "Drink slowly."As I took a sip, the memory of the previous night surged back into my memory. The coldness of the car ride back home, the sting of C