All Chapters of Her Rebirth , His Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isolde“Isolde?” I push the guy holding my ass away. He lifts his middle finger at me and disappears into the corridor.“I didn’t know you came to this kind of place…” he twists his finger around. Caleb Johnson, the Alpha of the Bayou Rogues.“Same as you. Why are you in town? I thought I told you to lay low for the time being.” I walk by, swaying my hips as I stroll into the room I should have been enjoying my life in two minutes ago.“The Bayou has run out of supplies. I came to remind you in case you have forgotten.”I turn on my heel and glare at him. “Let them be patient.”“Patience won’t keep our mouths shut for too long. I heard you brought some blues.” He smirks coyly.I clench my fists, pissed that he was trying to use my weakness.“Blackmailing me won’t solve the problem.” I warn him, but his light expression darkens.“Your time is ticking, Isolde. My people are starving and that’s enough to pull your legs to keep to your own part of the deal,” he threatens, dropping picture

Alaric“Hands down!” I roar, using my Alpha voice to subdue the rogues in the woods. I shield Elaria from the arrows already shot, Evander taking down the attackers at once.Her eyes are widened from shock, hands protectively wrapped around her belly.“Are…are you alright?” Her eyes dart over my body, searching for any wounds.“You are safe.” I caress her hair, trying to calm her down.I could feel her pulse pumping with adrenaline. She sighs and slumps her shoulders.Evander rounds the rogues, cuffing them in chains, making sure they don’t try anything stupid. But the majority were women and kids, which didn’t seem right.“I don’t understand why they tried to kill me. This village, isn’t it part of the Valemont pack territory?” Elaria asks as she steps to the side, observing the women and children who were subdued to composure.She approaches one of the women in three strides, the oldest-looking out of them.“What happened to this village?” She questions, but the woman spits on the g

ElariaAlaric wraps his coat over my body as one of his men barges in.“Alpha, the male rogues have returned,” he says, high with alarm.“Stay here. Evander will send you back to the pack,” he mutters as he pulls away. My skin itches for his warmth but that’s all I can get.“No, I am coming with you.” I insist.“You are still weak.”“I am not. Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean every little strength-consuming activity renders me vulnerable. I am the Alpha of Valemont Pack and it’s my duty to oversee everything that’s happening within it,” I point out without leaving room for arguments.“That’s not what I meant. I…”The neighing sound of horses interrupts him, followed by sturdy boots stomping the ground with so much vigor that the ground shakes.Alpha Alaric follows the guard out in a rush. I follow suit, not wanting to stay back and be labeled a weak woman.Outside, several horses surround the village, their riders bearing tribal tattoos and life-threatening scars on their arms,

Alaric’s POVI couldn’t take my eyes off her. She looked so breathtaking that I couldn’t believe I’m having her all to myself now. Even though this marriage is just a contract to her, it means so much to me.For years, I have waited for this day, the day I’ll finally make her mine. Through different lifetimes, to stop her suffering, and she’s walking down the stairs, her head held up high like she doesn’t give a damn about the people who were around. She was stronger than before, and I could feel it, and this woman—she’s all mine now.She walked over to the aisle, her gaze moving around till it landed on the person I hated the most now, Elias. He was wearing a black tuxedo, trying to force a smile, with the extremely fake woman beside him. He was staring, staring at my woman, and that didn’t sit well with my wolf and me.She moved her gaze to me. She locked eyes with me, and this time she looked nervous and flustered, but she was hiding it with a smile just like I knew she would.She

Elaria’s POV“What the hell do you want?” I asked. The irritation in my voice was obvious.“I just need a moment with you. You don’t need to act like we are strangers,” he replied, keeping his voice low.“If I might remind you, we are strangers, and don’t you dare lay your hands on me,” I sneered, jerking his hand away.“I can’t believe you moved on so fast. Maybe you’ve been seeing him long before we divorced, and that’s why you left so fast,” he said, giving me a disgusted look.“You must be crazy if you think that. Five years. For five years, I have been a loyal and supportive wife. But how did you repay me? You gave me a divorce after you’ve gotten what you wanted, and now you dare lecture me about being faithful? Don’t you dare start that with me,” I retorted, the memory of everything I gave for our marriage hitting me like a blow.He withdrew his hand, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.“You’ve changed.”“Well, people change when they’re betrayed and hurt by the one they love,”