All Chapters of Too Late To Beg, My Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

Dahlia's POVI stared at my hand. It was smoking with wisps of something—power? energy? —curling off my palm like I'd touched fire."What—" My voice came out strangled. "What did I do?" It burned.Rayan groaned as he pushed himself up using the dresser he'd crashed into. Blood dripped from his nose. His eyes when he looked at me—pure hatred."You just made a terrible mistake," he growled, and then he stumbled out.What the fuck was that?I'd barely touched him, just slapped him across the face, and he'd—he'd flown. Literally flew backwards like I'd thrown a truck at him.My hand burned hotter. I stared at it, the smoke curling, and felt something underneath my skin."No no no no—"The door suddenly burst open, and Oryn walked in. She looked at the destroyed dresser, the dent in the wall where Rayan had hit, and the scorch mark on the floor where I was standing."Dahlia." Her voice was careful. "What happened?""I don't know." I was shaking. "I hit him and he—and my hand—Oryn, what's h

Hera's POVI couldn't sleep. There on the bed with my eyes fixated on the ceiling, I replayed the parking lot and the look on Darryn's face when he said that he would never love me."I'll never love you. I'll never want you."The words kept circling over and over like a knife twisting.Fuck it.It was five in the morning when I got up, threw on a robe, and walked down the hall to my mother's study.The door was cracked, light spilling out, and I could hear voices inside. "—not working fast enough." Luna Jane. "He's still obsessed with finding her.""Then we accelerate the timeline," a man's voice, which I knew as Dimitri, my mother's advisor and fuckmate, said.I pushed the door open, and they both looked up. "Hera," my mother's face smoothed. "You should be sleeping.""I can't sleep after—" I stopped to look at Dimitri. "What timeline?""The plan to help Darryn move on," my mother said smoothly. "From his... attachment.""You mean his wife.""His exiled wife, who abandoned him and ha