All Chapters of Alpha King’s Regret: Reborn To Reject Him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

LILY The doors shut behind me and the cold hit the cut on my lip. It stung. I let it. Clean pain was easier to carry than the Hall.I did not run. Myra had taught me that when I was ten and Sienna’s friends cornered me behind the kitchen. Wolves chase what runs. They hesitate when a thing walks as if it has already been allowed to leave.So I walked. Boots on stone. The backpack thumping my spine. Yarrow rattling against the paper Marcus had given me. My knees wanted to fold. The crack in my chest burned like a wire left hot. Every breath scraped.Then he howled.Not a crown howl. Not an order. The sound a wolf makes when it has lost something in deep snow and already knows the night will take it. It tore out of the Hall, crossed the courtyard, and rattled the shutters on the omega wing. Two houses down, pups started crying.Inside, Sienna’s voice cracked down the middle.“Close the gates. Do not let her leave. She stole the Fund and forged the pages. She attacked the Prince. Council

My wolf panicked in those three seconds, whining high, pacing, Gone, gone, gone, scrambling at the inside of my skull. That root cost her, it made her dizzy, made her wolf sleepy, but it made me blind. She accepted that price just to get past me.She looked at the creek one more time. That clean water, that clean air on the other side, ten feet of freedom. No Alpha, no Sienna, no council whispering about weak bloodline. I saw her throat move when she swallowed. I saw her fingers tighten on her backpack strap until knuckles went white. For a second I thought she would go. My chest locked, waiting for the snap of the last thread.Then she looked back at me. The hatred didn’t move. It stayed. Steady.“You’ll find out tomorrow,” she said. Voice flat. Bored. Same flat I used when I was done with someone, when I dismissed a warrior from my office for failing patrol, when I didn’t even look up from papers. She copied it perfectly. Used it on me like a weapon.“You’ll find out tomorrow, Alpha

And something heavy sat in it. Something that was not mine. Restless, pacing.“Lean on me,” Myra said, arm tighter. “We are almost at the old trapper cabin past the second creek. You need to rest, love. You lost so much blood at the border. And you used too much black root, your lips are blue. I wonder why Marcus wasn’t at the post. He promised. Did something go wrong?”“Someone paid him to be late,” I said. “Or scared him off the road. East does not want a witness at that creek.”“I took it,” I whispered. Wind took my words and made them thin.Myra looked at me, snow in her eyebrows, in her gray hair, melting. “You took what, love?”“His soul,” I said, my voice cracked on the second word. “When I rejected him, I felt it snap and then it didn’t leave. It didn’t go back to him. It came into me. I felt him. His anger. His wolf crying. It’s too loud. I can’t make it quiet.”Myra stopped walking. Right there in the snow, both of us breathing hard. Her hand went to my chest, palm flat over