Regina Rena To The Unforgiven Novels & Stories

But now, especially when I recall all the things you did to Madeline, I'm afraid that I can't forgive you anymore. "I know that you used to gamble and borrowed a lot of money from dangerous people. That's the main reason you chose me as your target." Regina panicked. Fear was written all over her face. However, she knew that she could never, ever admit to any of his accusations. Otherwise, all of her progress would be lost immediately. "Tris, I really love you. I—" Tristan was done listening to her excuses. Now, he had finally seen Regina's true colors, and he wasn't going to fall victim to her charm anymore.

“Do you even realize what you’ve done, Regina? He killed my father.” “Yes, I asked him to.” Regina said as if she didn’t blackmail me into doing her dirty work. “Did he get any of her blood into his system?” she asked Ray. Ray’s voice sounded sharp with tension. “Yeah, sure he did. She was bleeding out. He had to do something. Daddy dearest ripped through her throat. Connor saved your ass, you ungrateful little brat! If it were up to me, I would’ve let you fucking die!”

They pulled her with no mercy, bringing her into the center of the town where they tied her into a stake. She tasted they rust from her own blood. But the bitterness as she looked at these crowd made her squirm in disgust. “Burn her! she deceived our alpha! She’s actually the enemy’s Luna. And yet, she claimed to be our Luna!” They knew about her past already. They knew she was Fenris’ mate before. And for the people in Dorumn Kingdom, having an affair is an unforgivable crime. People are even furious because their kingdom was almost once destroyed because of the affair of Ruan’s mother and his uncle.

Her voice wasn’t warm or flirty but dangerous and death-dealing. “A criminal has no right to call herself a teacher.” Regina swiped her arm in the air as she released her power. Her right arm burst into white flames. Slowly, a thick iron rod materialized itself on her fingers until she was holding a four-foot battle ax shining in the purple color of moon iron. “That’s rich. Coming from a kidnapper,” Ma’am Ague spat. That put a huge question mark on Regina’s head. “What?” Regina cut off the power that she was enveloping her weapon with.

She couldn't believe what had happened in her life all of a sudden. Haya Arcel was nineteen years old, an average-looking she-wolf of the dark nightingale pack. Her father was the Gamma of that pack, working as the chief soldiers, so as her two brothers. From a very early age, she was never treated specially as she had nothing extraordinary in her. Even in the college itself, she was treated as a random student with average grades and fewer friends. Rubel Wesson was the future Alpha king of her neighboring pack who used to hit on her even a week ago. Now, he didn't even consider her worthy of him. However, deep down, she realized she expected too much from a man she met a month ago.

The air around him suddenly dropped in temperature as his Alpha aura flared back to life, cold and lethal. "Step back, Cynthia," Julian warned, his voice a low, vibrating growl that made the two Blackwood elders instinctively check their postures. "I will not step back!" Cynthia yelled, stepping closer, entirely blinded by her humiliation. "She broke the law! She fled the territory after attacking me! She belongs in the cells, and as your future Luna, I demand—"

“But there’s more. One of the kitchen omegas overheard an elder talking about the ‘taint’ again. They’re not waiting for the birth anymore. They want you isolated until the pup arrives so they can… assess its purity.” Cold anger settled in my chest. I stood up slowly, ignoring the protest in my back. “Then it’s time I stop hiding in this room.” I dressed in practical clothes—a loose dark tunic that accommodated my belly and sturdy pants. Martha tried to convince me to rest, but I was already moving toward the Luna’s study. The flashes had returned stronger during the night. Not just fragments anymore, but connected scenes. I remembered standing outside the council chamber months ago, hearing

Regina stood over the corpse of her father, blade dripping, breath shaking, not with victory, but with the weight of it all. Then slowly, dangerously slowly, the rogues turned toward her. Not with anger. With recognition. Because she had killed their king. "Regina..." I whispered, taking a step toward her, despite the pain tearing through my body. "You just made yourself—" Rowan's voice finished it from behind her, low and grim. "the new rogue leader." Regina didn't move. Didn't speak. Her eyes met mine. And the world shifted, the cost was a kingdom she could not walk away from.

But there were others—backup options if she proved too difficult to isolate. Eren. The combat trainer who'd helped Bliss grow stronger. Sally. The handler who'd shown her compound protocols. Elara. The young healer who'd offered friendship without agenda. Any of them would work. Any of them would hurt her. But Aria was the prize. The one whose death would cut deepest. The one who represented hope and healing and the possibility that broken things could be mended. Taking that away from Bliss would be perfect. I spent the next hour preparing the ritual space for the final harvest. Drew the symbols in my own blood. Arranged the candles in the pattern Lycaon had taught me. Sharpened the obsidian

“I am Layna, a healer from the east. My pack was slaughtered by rogues. I seek refuge.” The guards exchanged glances. Then, the scarred one sneered. “Another rogue begging for shelter?” He scoffed. “The Alpha doesn’t take in strays.” Ayla felt her fingers clench beneath the folds of her cloak. Though she had anticipated resistance, the sting of rejection burned just as deeply as it had all those years ago. “I am a healer,” she pressed, infusing her voice with a quiet desperation. “I can be of use to the pack.” The second guard, younger and leaner, frowned. “The Shadowfang Pack already has a healer,” he muttered.