All Chapters of The Betrayed Luna’s Revenge: Too Late for Regret, Alpha : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EloraI seriously needed a drink.Like…An actual drink.The past few weeks have been exhausting.First, Yvette almost getting herself killed every other day, then suddenly getting involved with Alpha Soren, and now whatever mysterious nonsense she kept refusing to tell me because she claimed she was “protecting me.”Protecting me?Please.Had she forgotten we practically grew up together?If she was getting dragged into trouble, then I was getting dragged into trouble too.That’s just how best friends worked. But unfortunately…Apparently, Yvette disagreed.“Hmph.” I huffed as I walked into the lounge.It wasn’t as crowded tonight as it had been the last time we came here together, and I was really glad for that because I really wasn’t in the mood to yell over loud music.I slipped onto one of the stools near the bar.“The usual?” the bartender asked with a grin, and I nodded. “You know me too well.” I smiled. “I’ve watched you order the same thing for almost three years.” He added

YvetteI couldn’t even really tell why I had gotten so angry with Soren the other day, but I did, and we had ended up arguing badly.I guess it was just the pressure and stress of finding out everything like that. I had been scared, and I had gone to lash out at him.But he was right about something, though…He didn’t really owe me every single explanation because we weren’t in a committed relationship or anything of this sort. This arrangement was purely for physical pleasure.I didn’t want to reach out to him first and only hoped he would and thankfully he did and even brought me my favorite flower. We were still kissing like hungry teenagers who were starving to taste the forbidden fruit and the second the bedroom door closed, Soren was on me like a starving wolf.He shoved me up against the wall, one big hand tangled in my hair as he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was filthy, tongues sliding, teeth nipping, pure hunger. I moaned into his mouth, already aching for him.“Been

KaelThe silence inside my office was suffocating as my mind raced with different thoughts. It’s been three weeks.Three fucking weeks since I last saw Yvette face to face. The last time I had seen her was when I confronted her at her office and she had ended up fainting. After that day, she never reached out and neither did I. It was not like I was expecting her to, in fact I didn’t care. I was only a little surprised at the fact that I wasn’t as relieved as I thought I would be. Instead…She was everywhere inside my head tormenting me. I was thinking about her a lot and reflecting more on our happy days during our dating era and when we had just gotten married.I told myself it was only due to the fact that we’ve been together for so long that not being together now felt strange. But every report that crossed my desk somehow reminded me of her. Every researcher who walked through Moonridge’s laboratories reminded me that she’d once built half of them.Every empty room inside the

YvetteIt’s been two days yet I haven’t stopped thinking about Doctor Alden for even a second. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the image of his empty clinic, the missing files, and that single medical report someone had deliberately left behind.It wasn’t an accident.Someone wanted us to know they’d been there and they wanted us to find out this way because maybe they knew I would probably come for checkups.It was really weird but Soren had made sure to double the security around me without making it too obvious. I knew anyway and I wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary.But after everything Uncle Philip had told me… after Doctor Alden vanished without a trace…I couldn’t.Maybe for once, someone worrying about me wasn’t a bad thing.I sighed as my mind drifted off to my Mom.Tomorrow would make it exactly one month since my mother was buried. One fucking month.It felt impossible.Some mornings I still reached for my phone, intending to call her before remembering she was gone

Yvette“Hi Mom”, my voice came out smaller than intended as I knelt beside her grave. I didn’t even know when the tears started running down freely again.Indeed, it was true when they said that grief and healing weren’t linear.“So much has happened Mom, so much.” The fresh bouquet of carnations trembled slightly in my hands as I tried to get the words out. I carefully placed the flowers in front of her headstone before pulling away the weeds that had started growing around the edges.“I know I’ve been a terrible daughter and should come see you weakly. Now look, weeds are even sprouting out of your grave.” More tears slipped out.I couldn’t even tell why I was so overly emotional today, but no one… and I mean no one, truly gets over the loss of a loved one—especially a parent so dear to their heart.“I should have come sooner, but I’ve been really struggling to come to terms with the fact that I’d never see you again. Plus I’ve been so scared.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks with