Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Pregnant Luna: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Ivy’s POV“Hurry, hurry, and shhh, don’t make any noise, my lady.”Bella, my new maid's whisper is barely audible. I smile despite myself, her excitement rubbing off on me. Her hands, always so gentle, are now tugging at mine, guiding me quickly through the dimly lit corridor.The last few weeks at this cold palace have been surprisingly bearable, and I was quickly finding a friend in Bella. Except for the occasional venomous glare Evangeline shot at Bella and me when she passed by my mansion, everything else was fine.When she realized just how deeply the isolation was affecting me, Bella took it upon herself to sneak me out of my room. It started with small walks, quick trips down quiet hallways. But then, she brought me to the garden. The first time I stepped into that space, it felt like breathing again after being underwater for too long.The garden is breathtaking, a hidden paradise tucked behind the cold stone walls of the palace. It feels like a world untouched by the harshnes

Ivy’s POVI don’t know how long I have been climbing.My entire body hurts, and pain is like a heavy cloak on my shoulders.There are scrapes and cuts on my legs and arms, and my fingers are slick with blood.Still, I climb.The night has started to bleed into early daylight.I have lost count of the times I fell and got back up; lost count of the times I wanted to give up but the image of my fragile mother kept me going.And now I’m almost there.Finally, with one final push, I haul myself up to the top, my chest heaving, breath ragged.My fingers find the last handhold on the side of the tower, and I secure my feet as best as I can. My vision is blurry from the rain and exhaustion, but then … there it is.The dagger.A frantic laugh escapes my throat, rising up in the storm around me.I reach for it, my right hand holding tight to the groove above me, my feet wedged into the depressions beneath. With my left hand, I wrap my fingers around the hilt of the dagger. It feels cold and so

Ivy’s POVI stumble through the hospital doors, feeling my heart pound frantically.My throat feels raw, and every breath feels like swallowing sandpaper. There is a permanent chill settled under my skin due to being in the rain for hours.I cough, struggling to keep my balance as I push my way through the hallways, desperate to reach my mother’s room.When I finally open the door, the sight before me knocks the air from my lungs.My mother lies motionless on the bed, looking so fragile, like she could break with the smallest touch. Tubes snake around her, connected to machines that beep softly in the background.I take a step closer, my eyes filling with tears as I see how small she looks against the white sheets, her lips dry and cracked, her hands limp at her sides.“Mom,” I whisper, my voice trembling. My fingers find hers, and they’re cold - too cold.The door creaks open behind me, and I turn to see Eliza stepping in. I look at her desperately, my vision blurred by unshed tears.

Alexander’s POVI slam the door shut behind me, the echo ringing through the empty office.It reflects my mood, the dark thunder swirling inside of me, threatening to consume me whole.My chest is heaving, my fists clenching and unclenching.I know it’s just the edge of my own anger; the edges that are starting to fray and burn like dry paper. Until, I feel flames engulfing my insides.How could I fall into her trap again? How could I let those lying eyes deceive me again?My eyes fall on the thick wood of my desk. My hand moves without thinking, slamming down into it with a force that shakes the room.The sound is satisfying, raw, yet nowhere near enough. My fist crashes through, splintering wood, leaving a jagged, gaping hole that stares back at me like an accusation. While my blood paints my skin red.Dust falls, scattering over the smooth surface, and for a moment, I just stand there, breathing hard, staring at the wreckage.Then, I sink into my chair, the weight of exhaustion pre

Ivy’s POVMy lips part. A breath of fear escapes them. The glint of the blade is sharp against my skin as I stare up at him. His dark eyes trace my features, his lips twist and then, almost with an invisible restraint, he flips the knife.Now, instead of the blade, only the wooden handle presses against my throat.Threatening but harmless.His finger lightly touches my lips.“Shh,” he whispers as his head cocks towards the door, eyes narrowed with predatory focus.Then, he untangles himself from me and moves swiftly to his closet. In a matter of seconds, he discards his bloody shirt and puts on a plain black one. It’s only then that I notice that I am in his room and not mine.Before I can even ask him about it, he has his back turned to me as he walks towards the door, opening it with a flick of his wrist.Outside, Prince Jacob stands, his red hair gleaming in an unnatural way. Cunning eyes sweep over the two of us before settling on his brother.“Dear brother,” his lips turn down in