All Chapters of Her Rebirth , His Regret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elaria My mother-in-law is more energetic than Alaric described her to be. There is no corner around the mansion she hasn’t taken me to. If there were another mansion, I bet she would have taken me there too. “It’s nice that you are taking these walks with me. You know, when I was pregnant with Alaric, I was bothered by a lot of things. Pack duties as Luna, managing an entire household while trying not to lose myself. But you, I have seen the things you have done for your pack, the innovations. You are stronger than I thought,” she says with all honesty. “Glad you appreciate my effort. It’s not that easy for me all the time. Some days, I get overwhelmed with everything. I even neglect my feelings because I don’t want to look vulnerable.” I glance at Alaric, whose gaze has been on me for quite a while. He is engaged in a discussion with his cousin, whose name I learned is Collen. But he doesn’t seem interested in whatever he is saying. He winks at me and I blush, turning my gaze aw

Elaria “You have to see this, Elaria.” Ivy rushes into my room with two card invitations. She bounces onto my bed excitedly. “Guess what these are?” “Cards?” “They are not just any cards, silly. These are premium black invitation cards into Spring Water Valley. Getting in there is like bagging thirty takes of gold. I heard the spring water is magical. If you’re lucky enough, you will be blessed with its spring. Though I haven’t heard of anyone who has gotten it before. But one thing I know for sure is that the purest of heart gets its blessing.” Spring Water Valley? I never heard about the Valley in my past life. Judging from what Ivy said, it’s a magic spring that can come in handy in complicated situations. “For the fun part, you get to carry a plus one with you. Please, let me be your plus one,” she adds, blinking her eyes prettily. “What if Alaric wants to attend?” “Every Alpha gets their own cards. So he doesn’t need to tag along with you.” “Alright, it’s settled. You can

Elaria “Three billion,” Isolde outbids. She’s intentionally trying to raise the bid. I grab Alaric’s hand, eager to have that amulet at all costs. “I want that amulet,” I say shamelessly. He nods and raises his card. “Five billion.” “Seven billion,” Elias’s voice echoes behind us. He wants it too. I glance over my shoulder, pissed that he is going after the amulet. If that amulet gets into the wrong hands, I won’t be able to stop what’s to come. “Alaric, I know I have been really good to you. I am selfish, I know, but just this once, if you help me win that amulet, I will do anything you want,” I surrender to him without holding back. “Anything?” “You heard me right.” Alaric raises his card, but Elias beats him to it and bids ten billion. I am so agitated that I am tempted to turn around and ask him where the hell is he getting the money to pay. Then comes Alaric’s bid that ends it all. “Twenty billion.” The entire hall goes silent. I turn to look at him. He holds my gaze a

Alaric My skin rips open as I use my arm to wedge the arrow from piercing into my wife. “Oh my goodness.” She grabs my arm and pulls out the arrow. “I am sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” That shit hurts but what can I say. She is pregnant. The clashing outside grows louder. Men screaming as heavy footsteps stomp our direction. “I have to help them,” I say, trying to get Elaria to release me. “The moment you step out. We lose,” she mutters with a raspy voice. “Do you really think there can be bandits at the foot of the mountain of a legendary place?” I ponder on her words thinking back to the time we did come for the other tournaments. So the attack is a test. “How do you even know this?” I ask, holding her head up on my uninjured arm. “I have lived life twice.” She jokes but I don’t find it funny. “I have a strong sense of danger. When it comes, I know when it’s real or not. Plus, bandits don’t wear nice boots,” she adds. “So what do we do?” I ask. “Just keep fighting until

Elaria POV Mist spreads across the camp, covering each tent. A loud bell tolls from a distance, awakening everyone. Alaric and I come out of the tent, including our team members and some others. The hosts file into the camp carrying a vase brewing with steam. “Good morning, everyone. Today’s tournament starts in the next five minutes. Hand in the box of keys you were given for them to be validated,” the old host instructs. Everyone starts to reach out for theirs and begins to complain about it missing. “Old Gramps, we can’t find the keys where we kept them. How is that possible?” One of the contestants queries. I had a feeling this would happen. I recast the vanishing spell and unshrink the boxes. Alaric takes them and hands in our keys. “You were told to look after your keys carefully. Those who have lost theirs are automatically disqualified from the tournament,” the host declares authoritatively. By the time all keys are handed in, we are reduced to thirty contestants out of