All Chapters of The Beta's Regret: ONCE REJECTED, NOW MY EX'S QUEEN : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Lena’s POV The chaos in the Voss palace started days ago and everyone could feel it. The Voss palace was drowning in the chaos that is currently going on. I didn’t leave my chamber at all. Not when I heard whispers about Sera’s transformation at the palace gate. Not when the twins disappeared. Not when the mystery man appeared and not when Caden was arrested. I stayed exactly where I was because I understood something they didn’t. This is just the start of real chaos in the Voss palace and arresting Caden or putting him behind bars won’t solve the problem. It won’t even destroy him. I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly against the armrest and thinking about everything that has ever happened since I was acquainted with caden. Every move he had ever made, every decision, every risk he took has always led to control. And even now that he is locked away in the prison , he surely has a plan and he is waiting for the perfect time to execute it. A faint smile touched

Dr. Kade’s POVPain changes the way you think.Not the quick kind.Not the sharp, passing kind.The kind that lingers.The kind that settles into your bones and refuses to leave.It had been over a week.Seven days since I crawled out of that chamber like something that should have died.Seven days since the twins—No.Since those creatures—Tore into me like I was nothing.I stood in front of the mirror in my quarters, studying my reflection.My face was healing.But not enough.The scars were still there.Angry.Visible.One stretching from the side of my cheek down toward my jaw.Another across my neck.My fingers brushed lightly against it.Pain flared.Pain meant I was alive.Pain meant I survived.But survival didn’t mean victory.“They remember,” I muttered.The words tasted bitter.Because that was the part I couldn’t shake.Not the attack.Not the blood.Not even the fear.It was their eyes.Recognition.Awareness.Memory.They knew me.They remembered everything I had done.

Sera’s POVIt had been over a month.A month since everything broke.A month since I lost control in front of everyone.A month since I became something I didn’t understand.And somehow—The palace looked… normal again.From the outside, everything had settled.The corridors were no longer filled with panic.The guards no longer moved like they were expecting another attack at any second.Servants laughed again, quietly but freely.Meetings resumed.Decisions were made.Orders were carried out.Peace.That was what they called it.But I stood in the middle of it and felt nothing but unease.I was in my office, standing near the window, staring at the courtyard below. People moved about their duties with purpose, their steps steady, their faces calm. If someone had walked in at that moment, they would think I was admiring the view.I wasn’t.I was searching for something that didn’t fit.Because peace like this didn’t just return.Not after everything that had happened.Not after blood

Dorian’s POVI should not have left her.That thought stayed with me from the moment I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me with more restraint than I felt, because everything in me resisted walking away from her in that state, yet responsibility had a way of dragging me where I did not want to go, and right now responsibility had my name tied to it more tightly than ever before.Sera’s face did not leave my mind.Not the way she looked at that woman.Not the way her voice shifted when she said you are not my mother even though doubt had already begun creeping into her tone.Not the way her body stilled like something inside her had recognized a truth her mind refused to accept.And worst of all—Not the way that woman smiled.I walked down the corridor toward my office with controlled steps, but the control was surface-level, because beneath it my thoughts were restless, sharp, circling the same problem from every possible angle without landing on a solution.Everythin

Dorian’s POVI did not reconsider my position, and I did not soften my tone, because the moment the council made it clear that they intended to reinstate Caden, I understood that this was no longer a discussion about stability but a calculated attempt to shift power away from me.“I will not authorize his release,” I said, my voice steady and controlled, even as I felt the shift in the room grow heavier with every second that passed.Silence followed, but it was not the kind that came from uncertainty; it was the kind that came from resistance.Several members of the council exchanged glances, subtle at first, but deliberate enough to confirm what I had already begun to suspect, and then one of them leaned forward slightly, his fingers interlocked on the table as his gaze settled on me with a firmness that bordered on challenge.“You may not have the authority to refuse,” he said.I held his gaze without flinching, because if there was one thing I would not allow in this room, it was