All Chapters of The lycan king’s regret  : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kaelors POV My phone and two other phones lit up all at the time. HELP. For one bad second everything was quiet. Maes hand started shaking before she even knew what was happening. Her face turned white fast I thought she might fall down. "No..." she whispered. James was already running to the door before anyone could stop him. I do not remember standing up. One moment I was in the tailors shop. The next my chair was on the floor behind me my heart beating hard I could hear it in my ears. Something was really wrong. Really really wrong. Deep inside me my wolf was going crazy. The tailor called after us as we ran into the street. No one answered. My wolf had been restless all day. Now it was losing control. Mate. The word kept repeating in my head. Mate. Mate. Mate. I should have told myself that Zareth was not mine. That she would never be mine. For the first time since that night in the club... I could not. James looked at me while we ran. "What is wrong with

Kaelors POVI found her scent before I found her.Rain.Lavender.Fear.Something else.Something that had been haunting my wolf since the moment I read the words on her phone.I'M PREGNANT.The scent hit me halfway down the alley. My wolf surged so violently beneath my skin that I nearly shifted on the spot.Mate.Then I saw her.Zareth.Alive.Breathing.Standing beneath the alley lights.Relief hit me hard it nearly brought me to my knees.Then I saw his hand on her arm.Alexander Ashford.Something inside my chest twisted into somethingIt was not anger.It was not jealousy.It was worse.It was the realization that someone else knew how to touch her gently.My wolf immediately snarled.Mine.The word shocked me.Because I did not correct him.Not this time."Kaelor " Alexander said.He did not step back.That alone made me want to put him through the wall.The alley suddenly felt too small.Too quiet.Too full of things neither of us was saying.Zareth looked between us with eyes

Kaelors POV The court meeting started at noon.I had been to war meetings that were less tiring.Alexander Ashford stood in the middle of the throne room in black.He looked like the son the kingdom remembered him to be.Wronged.Honorable.Patient.I did not like him away.Which was silly.I had no claim on Zareth Vale.No right to care who she used to be engaged to.No reason for the thought of another man standing beside her to feel like a knife in my side.Yet...Here I was.My wolf had been restless since morning.It was pacing under my skin like something trapped.Mine.I said "No" under my breath.James, who was sitting to my right raised an eyebrow."Talking to yourself now?" he asked.I did not answer him.My eyes found Zareth away.She was sitting beside Maevyn near the front of the court.She looked pale. Distracted.For reasons I did not want to think about...My wolf calmed down.Alexander was good at playing the room.It was actually impressive."I was young " he said q

Kaelor’s POVI hadn’t left Sabriel’s bedside in six hoursHer breathing had steadiedBarelyThe healers moved around her in hushed voices speaking in the careful clipped tones people use when they don’t want to be the first to admit they have no answersI knew that toneI’d used it myselfStanding over Zareth’s unconscious body after she’d nearly collapsed during her first week in the palaceThen I’d told myself it wasn’t my concernFunny how life had a way of making liars out of kingsSabriel stirred beneath the blanketsFor one moment I thought she was wakingInstead her brows knitted togetherAnd in a voice barely louder than a breath she whisperedDon’t let her take it…My entire body went stillSab?No responseHer eyes remained closedJames looked up from his seat near the fireplaceWhat did she say?I wasn’t sureAnd somehowThat frightened me more than if I had beenThe witch arrived after midnightShe looked older than time itselfHer silver hair hung in a braid down her back

Kaelors POVThe council hall filled faster than I had ever seen it fill.Word of the witchs findings had spread through the palace overnight like fire through grass feeding on whispers and fear in equal measure.By the time I sat down every noble who mattered—. Several who didn't—had already found a spot close enough to watch.No one came to watch justice.They came to watch a fall.My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless.Mate.I ignored him.For the three days he'd said little else.The witch stood at the center of the chamber with her woven cloth spread before me.Herbs.Ash.Silver dust.Smoke curled upward toward the vaulted ceiling in grey ribbons twisting into shapes my eyes refused to follow for too long."I will show you what I found " she said quietly ". You will make your own conclusions."I already knew, from the set of her jaw that she believed there was one conclusion left to draw.That terrified me more than I wanted to admit.Because the time everyone in a room agreed