Todos os capítulos de Alpha's Regrets: Hidden Lycan Queen : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Malory’s POV:I panted heavily, resting my hands firmly on my knees as my chest heaved. In that exact moment, I genuinely believed I was going to drop dead right there on the stone floor.Although it completely wounded my pride to admit it, Caspian was an exceptional trainer. The problem was that he knew precisely where my physical limits lay, and his absolute heart of stone pushed me right to that precipice without showing a single shred of concern for my survival. Throughout this entire grueling training block, I felt like I was facing death every single minute, yet my utterly exhausted body somehow still found the strength to stand.“You are entirely too weak,” he noted, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he looked down at me.I didn't even attempt to argue with his evaluation.He was right; I was catastrophically unfit. Whenever I had joined my companions for drills in the Knox pack, they would carefully reduce my workload to protect me. The moment a drill became slightly

Malory’s POV:“There will be guests arriving shortly,” Aldrich informed me during dinner.I simply nodded, not paying much attention. Over the past few weeks, I had accompanied my parents to meet countless dignitaries and court officials, so I assumed this would be just another standard formal greeting.However, the moment Caspian stepped into the dining hall alongside a strange, towering older man, I nearly choked on my food. Had I not reached out and frantically downed a glass of water, I likely would have become the first princess in history to suffer a fatal accident via a piece of roasted meat.The man standing beside Caspian was clearly his father, Duke Frank, given the unmistakable resemblance they shared. He carried himself with the refined, immaculate manners of a veteran high gentleman, yet an immediate tension invaded the room, making it clear that something was amiss.A suffocating silence fell over the hall.It was deeply unnerving.Completely losing my appetite, I quietl

Malory’s POV:I was immensely grateful for his unexpected tenderness at that moment, which allowed me to pull myself out of the sudden, crushing wave of grief.“I suppose I completely misjudged your character,” I whispered softly, looking up at Caspian. “Thank you for being so thoughtful tonight.”He let out a soft laugh, his eyes warm. “Don’t let it weigh on your mind. If anyone ever dares to mistreat you again, you just tell me. I’ll make sure they pay for it.”A genuine chuckle escaped my lips, and I extended my hand toward him. “In that case, I will reluctantly accept you as a true friend.”His palm was broad, warm, and calloused as he gripped my hand in a firm, reassuring shake.“Alright, where are you planning to take me next?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Seeing him in this new light made the prospect of continuing our evening far more appealing.He didn’t answer right away, observing me closely instead. “Are you certain you want to stay out? You don’t have to force yourself i

Malory’s POV:Everyone around me possessed an inner wolf; even Caspian had his own Lycan form, though I had never personally seen it. My parents, terrified of making me feel inadequate or isolated during my years as a human, had deliberately refrained from letting their wolves step forward in my presence. Because of their protection, I was constantly surrounded by wolves yet had never actually laid eyes on one.I resolved that when I returned to the palace tonight, I would put on my best persuasive charm and convince Aldrich and Elara to finally reveal their inner companions to me.Miss Horace’s voice drew my focus back to the front of the hall.“Your very first shift is simultaneously the most excruciating and the most vulnerable to failure,” she cautioned. “The ultimate secret is simply surrender; allow the process to unfold naturally without attempting to force or fight the energy. Once you successfully navigate that initial transformation, the barrier dissolves, and you will emerg

Oliver Knox’s POVLate into the night, I sat alone at my desk, drowning in a mountain of territorial documents that I hadn't managed to clear during the day. Even my Beta, Rhy Grenade, had finally succumbed to exhaustion, snoring softly in his chair until I told him to head home and get some proper rest.I had been pushing everyone entirely too hard during this transition period. Rhy spent his days running relentless drills with the warriors, only to spend his nights helping me process these tedious, endless reports. Even so, I was immensely grateful to have Rhy at my side; you couldn't ask for a more loyal or dedicated Beta.Day after day, under the brutal intensity of my regime, the rest of the pack grumbled and complained. Rhy, however, operated like a machine, flawlessly executing his duties without a single murmur. I held myself to the exact same standard, though my drive stemmed from a heavy sense of responsibility and an obsessive need to secure our borders. This was my territo