All Chapters of The Beta's Regret: ONCE REJECTED, NOW MY EX'S QUEEN : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eli’s POVI had been drinking for hours not because I wanted to but because I couldn't stop thinking about Sera. Her face refused to leave my mind. The way she looked recently—pale, distant, different. It unsettled me more than I cared to admit.I poured another drink.The glass hit the table harder than necessary.“Get a grip,” I muttered.But I didn’t.Instead, I drank again.The silence in my office pressed in. Heavy. Unforgiving. Every thought led back to her. Every memory twisted into something I couldn’t control. Even though I have a lot of pending issues, I couldn't bring myself to do any of them. Just loads and loads of files on my table. I brought the glass close to my lips to take a sip when my phone rang. I stared at it for a second before picking it up. “What is it?” I said, my voice rough. “I need to report something,” she said. “In your office.”I leaned back in my chair. “Then come.”She didn’t respond immediately.“I will,” she said after a pause.The line went dead

Dorian’s POVI left the Alpha’s office with one thought in my head. This was no longer politics.This was damage control.And Logan has now become the center of it. I didn’t waste time.I went straight to the interrogation chamber. This was where the guards took Logan to. The air inside was cold.Too cold.Like the room itself was built to erase people.And there he was.Logan.Restrained.Silent.But still upright.Still strong.That alone told me everything I needed to know.They hadn’t broken him yet.I stepped in and the guards moved slightly aside.Not because they wanted to.Because they had to. I am still the continental Alpha. “Leave us,” I said.They hesitated but I didn’t repeat myself.They left.The door shut.Silence dropped instantly. I stared at him for a moment before speaking.“How did you get caught?” That was the only question that mattered.Logan lifted his head slowly. “I didn’t fail,” he said.I exhaled slowly. “Then explain.”He didn’t rush.He never did.“T

Sera’s POVThe moment he said my name, it looked like everything stopped. “Sera.”That single word cut through the rage inside me like light through smoke. The noise around me dulled.The screams.The shouting.The fear.All of it faded for one sharp second.And I came back.Not fully.Not safely.But enough to know something terrible had happened.Enough to know that I have done something wrong and brutalMy breathing came hard and rough. My chest rose and fell too fast. My body still felt powerful, but the wild strength that had filled me moments ago began draining away. Like water leaving a broken vessel.My legs trembled.My muscles ached.The fury that had driven me vanished, leaving only weakness behind.I tried to straighten.Tried to stand like myself.But I wasn’t myself.I looked down—And froze.Clawed hands.Dark fur.Limbs too large.Body too heavy.Too wrong.My throat tightened.No.No.This was not possible.I wanted to scream, but what left me was a rough sound that b

Nyra’s POVEver since Mila caught me kissing Eli, I had not been myself and I did all I could to avoid him because the truth was ugly. I did not know why I kissed him back and that was the part I hated most.If he had forced himself on me, I could have blamed him.If I had planned it, I could have blamed myself.But neither happened.For one reckless moment, I wanted it too.And that made no sense.I had wanted Dorian.Always Dorian.His control.His strength.His refusal to notice me only made me want him more.So why had I melted under Eli’s touch?Why had my body answered before my mind?Why had I thought of another face while kissing the wrong man?I pressed my fingers against my temple as I walked the corridor.Too many questions.No answers.And questions were dangerous in this palace.Questions led to doors.Doors led to secrets.Secrets led to graves.Still—I could not stop thinking.About the conversation I overheard days ago.My mother and the Alpha speaking in low voices b

Sera’s POV“I am your father.”The words struck harder than the transformation.Harder than the pain.Harder than the fear of looking down and seeing claws instead of hands.I stared into the darkness where he stood between the trees, my chest rising and falling in rough bursts.No.No, that could not be true.My father was in the palace.The man who raised me.The man everyone bowed to.The man whose name had ruled every room I entered.This stranger in torn clothes, thin as winter branches, could not simply walk out of the forest and undo my whole life with one sentence. I lowered myself into a crouch, muscles tense, teeth bared.A warning.A threat.A shield.He did not move closer.Good.Because I did not know what I would do if he did.“I know what you’ve been told,” he said quietly. “And I know what has just been taken from you.”His voice was calm.Too calm.The kind of calm that comes from surviving too much.I growled low in my throat.“I don’t know how to speak like this,” I