All Chapters of Too Late for Regrets: Alpha Husband Rejects my rejection.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

We walk in silence after that.The forest stretches around us, quiet and alive all at once. Leaves shift overhead, moonlight breaking through in scattered beams, and the further we go, the more distant the sounds of the pack become.It’s just us now, and that should make me more cautious. But It doesn’t and that’s the problem.As we walk further, we fall into step, walking side by side and I become aware of something else.I become aware of Him.Earlier today I never even knew someone like this existed. It's not been long since I saw him in the pack hall, but again, there's that feeling that courses through me. A feeling that makes me want to act like I've known him my whole life.It's not just his presence, but the way he moves. There's a steadiness to his steps, and a quiet control in every move he makes. He doesn't go marching across the woods like some cocksure male who thinks he's the scariest thing out here.Everything feels… intentional and It draws my attention in a way I don’t expec

Another contraction hits me and I scream this time.There’s no holding it in anymore.My body arches as something deep inside me shifts, pressing it's way lower down my body.This is happening whether I’m ready or not.I scream again, my voice breaking as another wave of power bursts outward. The ground around me cracks furtherA low rumble rolls through the earth beneath us like a lazy earthquake announcing it's presence but above me the golden moon only burns brighter.For a moment it feels like this golden moon is watching. Like the world itself is holding its breath for the birth of my child, and though tears roll down my cheeks from the pain, I grit my teeth and move.I drag in a shaky inhale, my entire body trembling as I brace myself against the ground.“I can do this,” I whisper.I have no idea if that’s true but i have to try.Another contraction hits and it's stronger than the last. My vision whites out completely as pain consumes everything.I was never going to have a normal birth, n

I don’t see him arrive.One second, the Witch hunters in front of me are stepping closer, their weapons humming with that sick, demonic energy, and the next there's a rustle in the woods that I only heard from six weeks ago.My magic is still flaring as i watch the witch hunter to my left drop.He hits the ground with a thud. There's no warning, no sound beyond the wet, bloody choke that leaves his throat as his body collapses to the forest floor.For a heartbeat, I don’t understand what just happened, then the second Witch hunter turns, a growl leaving his lips and his sword blazing red as he searches for the attacker.He turns but he's too slow.A shadow moves behind him and something silver flashes in the dark. The attack is so sharp and precise, so clean it almost looks unreal.The witchhunter’s head tilts as it slides off his body and a second later his body follows. He crumples to the floor, dead before he even hits the ground.My breath catches hard in my throat as I stare at the two b

We don’t stop moving.For a while my eyes are fixed on the witch hunter's body, the way it lies there on the floor still and unmoving. I can't see any blood, but my senses can smell something that's gone bad, something that's gone rotten wafting off him. I half want to reach out and touch him, but I don't need to be told that would be a bad idea.He's dead, but how dead is he?The masked stranger doesn’t even look back at the dead body he's left on the ground. His attention is already elsewhere, on the forests and on the air. His attention is on the things I can’t see but can feel creeping closer.He can feel them too, maybe even better than I can.“They're spreading out,” he says quietly.I swallow hard, tightening my hold on my daughter. “You can see them?”“I can hear them.”That doesn’t make me feel a lot better, mostly because I can't. Before I can ask anything else, he reaches for me again and this time, I don’t step back.I should. Every instinct I have screams that I should but I don’t

I don’t like this.The quiet of these woods presses in too closely, wrapping around me like something alive, like something is watching. It isn’t the peaceful silence of a forest at rest.This feels too deliberate, like even the wind has been told to hold its breath.The trees don’t sway here. The leaves don’t rustle and there's no sound of life in the underbrush.Everything in me that is werewolf tells me that I don't belong here. Even the air feels heavier in my lungs, thick with something I can’t quite name.I wouldn't be so bothered about it if something else wasn't also happening at the same time.There’s him.... walking away.The masked stranger I met six months ago, who rescued me and my baby from a band of murderous witch hunters, Is turning around and walking away.My chest tightens at the sight of his back retreating into the shadows without any words. He's leaving like he was never meant to stay, like this, him saving me, carrying me, standing between me and death, was nothing more