Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha's Regret: Divorced Luna Crowned Queen: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 66

Diana's POV She was gone longer this time. I sat with the inventory open in front of me, hands flat on the table, my heartbeat filling my own skull. The awakening did that now. Took every sound and sharpened it, pushed it right up against me. I could hear the rain that had started outside, individual drops hitting the stone steps like small deliberate fingers. A clerk in the next room turning pages. Mrs. Halloway's cane tapping its way back down the corridor, unhurried, the same pace she'd used for thirty years.She came back carrying a file so thin it barely counted. One folder. Two sheets of paper. She set it down and sat across from me, which she hadn't done before. That was enough to tell me.I opened it.The first page was a pack registration form. My mother's name, Elara Voss Ruffo. Birth date. Marriage date. Nothing I didn't already have.The second page was from a clinic two territories over. Not the Oakwood pack hospital. Not anywhere I'd ever heard my parents mention. A pri

Brielle's POVI thought about what I'd seen in that clinic corridor. Diana's face after Ian hit her. The steadiness of it. The way she'd looked at me over Ian's shoulder while he held me, and her eyes hadn't been broken or frightened or humiliated. They'd been clear. Clear and focused and seeing me in a way nobody had seen me since I was a child and my father put his hand under my chin and said, say you understand me.Diana had looked at me the way my father looked at people. Like she was reading the room from the inside out. Like something behind her eyes had woken up and was taking inventory.I didn't say any of that to Ian. Saying it to Ian would mean Ian going to my father, and my father would know the observation came from me, and my father didn't share his thoughts with people who shared his thoughts with others. I'd learned that lesson at twelve, the night I'd repeated something he said at dinner to a friend at school and he'd sat me down in his study and explained, quietly, wi

Sussy's POV "What if I don't know how to fight this one?""Then you learn. And I sit next to you while you learn, and I bring soup with too much ginger, and I don't ask about the bruise until you're ready to tell me."She turned her hand over under mine and held on. We sat like that for a while, two women at a kitchen table, one of them carrying more than the other knew, and the quiet was the kind of quiet that doesn't need filling because it's already full.After a while she said, "Travis made me tea last night. While I was sleeping. He came into my room and left it on the nightstand.""That's sweet.""It's not sweet. It's strange. He made it exactly right. No sugar, a little honey. I've never told him how I take it.""Maybe he watched you make it.""That's what I told myself." She looked at the cup on the counter, the one she'd been holding when I walked in. "But he also brought the wool blanket from the hall closet. The one my mother bought. Nobody uses that blanket. It's on the t