The Alpha's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

KYRAN. I flung my eyes open, immediately hit by a cold so brutal it felt like it seeped into my bones. I breathed out, watching a cloud of white mist leave my mouth. I wanted to move my arms, but I couldn't feel them. Where was I? “You are awake,” a sharp voice rang out. I would recognise it even in my dreams. Mabel. I forced my body up, and that was when I noticed that I was in a tub filled with cold water up to the top. My body was submerged, my chest bare of clothing. I was only putting on a boxer. I craned my neck, hearing the crack with each turn. She was standing there, leaning on the door, her eyes cold as she stared at me.I was in my bathroom, and then a groan left my lips.Headache. The type that throbbed around the eyes, making me shut them and rub my forehead softly, before forcing my body out of the tub. The water moved, crashed onto the edge, with some spilling onto the marble floor.The coldness reduced, but my skin went totally numb. Just how long had I been subm

Mabel.It felt like something was pressing down at my chest just by his words. I snatched my wrist away from him. His hand remained suspended between us for a moment before his fingers slowly curled inward. He withdrew it to his side, his jaw tightening.“You really think you can keep me by your side?” I asked, my voice sounding a lot different than expected. Cold, emotionless. Something flashed on his face, but he didn't back down. “I know what I signed …” “And I know what I signed too.” “Then we both had conditions which we agreed to. I would respect your decisions, stay away from your path, support you, but you would treat me like your husband, Mabel!” His voice was raised, his gaze hard on me. I could see his muscles bulging, his hands clenching and unclenching beside him. But all of this reactions meant nothing to me. Instead, I let out low humourless laughter, pressure building behind my eyes. Treat him like my husband? “You really think you can do whatever you want now,

MABEL. Arlan didn't bring his hands down, and it also didn't help that they were all staring at me, including Kyra, whose eyes were fixated on the steak Arlan was feeding me. My fingers curled under the table, then uncurled as I came closer and ate the steak off the fork. “Hm, thank you,” I said. My voice was low, and I patted his head as well. I couldn't refuse. Besides, I was his mother, and it was just steak. “He-he.” Kyra giggled as she busied herself with the steak once again. She took her time tearing through the meat while Arlan had his lips tugged up, his cheeks burning red. I shook my head. I must give it to him that he was mischievous. We ate in silence, my eyes clocking on Kyran's calm reaction while he ate, and also his soft glance towards me. Breakfast ended quickly, and what followed was a brief, fun time with Kyra before I made my way to my designated room in the evening.The maids were gone, and now I could stay far away from Kyran. As far as possible. Not to men

MABEL. One week has passed living under the same roof as Kyran. One unbearable week of occasionally running into him while I trained. Not to mention Arlan’s relentless attempts to stay close to me.That aside. Right now, I was in a gathering, presently standing on a low platform. All around me were twelve other Alphas of different packs. Zachary was included, and he was standing next to me right now. He hadn't said a word since then. The temperature was high, with a lot of people present in the scene. Ordinary pack members, the reporters who were taking pictures and recordings. Casting live to other packs. The hall was filled with loud hums that echoed and bounced through the walls. They were making bets on the supreme alpha. The same way it happened before Kyran was nominated. No vote for me, even though I was supposed to be their Alpha's woman. My ears, which were perked, returned to normal as I focused on the elders. Bane finally stood up from his chair. He wore a loose red an

KYRAN. I had wanted to spare Beaumont, but right now, standing at the door and watching him touch my woman made every trace of rationality leave me. My knuckles cracked, and that was enough to gain his attention as he whipped his head towards my direction, then his eyes went wide. “Impossible!” He yelled, then threw a dagger at me. I dodged it instantly, stepped out of the darkness, and into the room. “You dare touch my woman? You want to die?” I grabbed his throat, choking him. His eye sockets bulged out as his wolf surfaced. His desperate whimpers changed to growls. I threw him away, and his body slammed to the wall, making the furniture rattle as it came tumbling to the ground. He staggered to his feet, his body cracking as he grew bulkier. I covered the distance between us in a millisecond and slammed my fist in my jaw. His head snapped sideways, blood splattering to the floor. I grabbed his collar, yanked him up, then smashed his head on the flower vase. Blood streamed dow