Todos los capítulos de Too Late To Love Me: The Alpha’s Greatest Regret: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Gina remained quiet for a moment, studying me like she was trying to decide whether I actually meant every word. “So what do you want from me exactly?” “I want you to help me. Tell me what to do.” My voice broke completely on the last word, and this time, I didn’t even care. “Tell me how to fix this. I’ve searched everywhere for her, but it’s like the entire world knows about my mistakes and is determined to keep her away from me.” I lowered my head, staring at the keys again. “And right now, I’m going crazy. So please…tell me what I need to do to make everything right.” I believe if I just get a chance to speak with her..then we might really fix this. She let out a long breath, and for a second, something almost like pity crossed her face. Almost. “You really want to know what she wants?” “Yes.” I looked straight at her. “As long as it can help me fix everything.” “Then give her freedom.” Her voice was steady, almost casual, as if she were simply giving me an answer. But to

“Except…” He stopped, his eyes narrowing. “Yes. That’s right.” I held his gaze. “And I think that says more than anything I could tell you.” He frowned slightly, his grip tightening around his cane. I let out a heavy exhale. “I know I deserve all of this. I broke my promise to you and hurt her. Badly.” I swallowed hard. “But I also know she’s hurting even more by staying away from me.” “Then if you know that, you should let her go. If you’re really as concerned about her as you claim to be.” Anger made his voice tremble a little. “I am. But I want to hear it from her lips. Because only she has the right to tell me she doesn’t…” “And I thought she already made herself clear enough before she left your pack.” My briefly went back mind went back to that day “No. She was…she was just too angry at the time. Her anger was clouding her judgment.” I shook my head, refusing to believe she meant all that. “I wanted to give her time to calm down so we could have a proper talk. But we ne

Sitting in the dimly lit room with my parents right in front of me, I clenched my hands together, already expecting both of them to start again. Mom would tear me apart, blaming me for letting everything get this far. While Dad would probably remind me once again of how useless I had been. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, listening as Ava’s words echoed in my head over and over again. That I barely noticed what was happening around me until I felt a hand settle on my shoulder. I slowly lifted my gaze, only to see Dad standing beside me. There was something different about his expression. “I think, at this point, the best thing to do…” He paused, his eyes holding mine. “…is to let her heal.” His words should have comforted me. After all, this was the first time he had ever said something like that to me. But instead, they slammed into my chest. Hard. Because they were the truth. A painful one. Mom closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. “It was all because

I was sending her because Ava would be alone. Because she needed someone beside her. Someone she could trust. And if Gina could make those lonely days even a little easier for her, then that was enough for me. At least for now. I placed my phone down and let out a slow breath. I knew I had no right to expect Ava to forgive me. But deep inside, I still held on to one small hope. That someday, after enough time had passed… after the anger had faded… after the wounds I had caused her had finally begun to heal… maybe she would look at me again. I didn’t know how long it would take, but for her, I couldn’t wait. And if that day ever came, I would spend the rest of my life proving that I deserved it. * * * Not long after, I arrived at their pack. This time, I used the main gate and no one stopped me because they knew what I was coming to do. I drove straight to the restaurant where I had been told Ava was waiting. The thought of seeing her one last time made something inside my

AVA’S POV ****FOUR YEARS LATER**** Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window with one arm folded beneath my breasts and the other holding a cup of hot coffee, I stared out at the city below, taking in the view. Tall buildings stretched into the distance, their sleek glass exteriors reflecting the afternoon sunlight. Cars filled the streets below, lined up as they waited for the traffic light to change. A horn sounded somewhere in the distance. People walked along the sidewalks, some talking to each other while almost seventy percent of them had their phones pressed against their ears or were engrossed in whatever was on their screens. But none of it held my attention. My eyes were fixed on a building rising just a few blocks away from us. Its steel bones were still exposed in some places, with cranes hovering over it like patient birds. And it would be quite surprising if I said this was the first time I was noticing it. The building already looked like it would be complete