Novel & Cerita Regulus Harry

"Alpha! What's wrong? What did I do?" Regulus looked down at her, his gaze utterly devoid of warmth. Alice had taken a position that didn't belong to her, stolen everything that should have been Leah's and the pup's. Regulus' voice was cold as ice. "You did nothing wrong. The mistake is you being here at all. You shouldn't have a mark that was never meant for you." Alice's face went pale, her voice trembling. "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said." Without a moment's hesitation, Regulus turned and walked straight toward the altar. His stride was firm, the violence radiating from him so intense that every guard along the way dropped to their knees in fear.

Jim said. “Good. Anyway, Senior Regulus from Dragun Squad spoke of someone to me a while ago,” Tyr nodded heavily. “That person appears to be a good match for you. I really want you to meet him if there is a chance. It would be ideal if he could accept you as his disciple.”

Harry spoke in a low voice that was laced with a complex blend of indignation and regret. Gregor's eyes squinted. "What brought you here, Harry?" His tone was one of boiling rage mixed with incredulity. Years of treachery collided with Harry's sudden weakness. Harry moved forward cautiously. With a brief pause in his voice, he replied, "I'm not here as the man you remember." "I came to put things right, or at least to give you a chance to see things clearly." He looked at Stacy, whose face was one of astonished disbelief. "I've hurt you all, I know it. I am aware that my acts have caused wounds that may never completely go away. However, I know something—a fact—about Sebastian Blackwood and

Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

“I really wanted to break that proud smile of yours and stomp you under my feet. However, a duel between two Alphas would endanger my pack. I don’t want to put my pack’s peace just for a fight where the winner was already decided.” “Hah!” Regis scoffed. “Coward.” “Me? Coward? No. I was only protecting my people, unlike you, a brainless leader who asked for a duel without considering your people.” Regis licked the corner of his lips as he chuckled sardonically. He was purposely buying some time for Henry to observe the surroundings. Heny, a Gypsy, has the ability to know which was the fated Alpha King among the crowd. But no one, not even Philip, matched the criteria of the King. Disappointed

Claudius, Miguel, and Perseus rode in the same car. My phone beeped. Upon picking it up. Miguel's text message welcomed my eyes. [The annulment of our marriage is done and through. You and Claudius can get married whenever you want.] While I was reading his text message. I could feel another eye reading it too. I met Claudius's gaze, but he said nothing. "Let's talk about this matter after the burial, Migs," I said to him through telepathy.b In Regulus culture, the body of the Alpha was burned on the last day of the funeral, then his ash would be scattered to the wind. The Regulus pack members believed that, by doing that, the dead Alpha would be able to continue guarding and protecting the

“Understand?” And she was saying she understood him? Heloise gently withdrew her hand. Ignoring the pain from the pull on her healing wound, she cupped his sharply defined face with both hands and looked down at him. “For you, there have been too few things you truly cared about and were able to hold on to. That’s why you’re like this.” Who would have imagined that Reginald—the president of Wordsworth’s Consortium, the man who commanded the power struggles of THE PHOENIXFELL EMPIRE—was someone who lacked a sense of security so profoundly?

He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where Arlo had been standing moments ago. As Harry's face slowly returned to its human form from the wolf-like appearance, he glanced towards the running tap and promptly shut it off. "Cursed be this. It's been too long. I can't wait any longer. I need the Alpha heart from Celestria!" Harry muttered in frustration. Feeling like he had regained control over himself, Harry nonchalantly left the restroom as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, Arlo, who witnessed the entire scene, was left stunned, unable to believe what he had just seen.

Harvey looked curiously at the disciples infuriated for their junior, not giving a straight answer. It was a good thing for them to stand up for Philip. At least they were full of spirit… However, it was enough to show how stupid they were for being so easily used. Regan’s expression worsened after seeing Harvey’s mocking look. “If you don’t want to die here, then you better explain everything properly!” she exclaimed after taking another step forward. “If not, you won’t get a chance to get out of here alive!”

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” “I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, my dear,” said Hugo with his last placid smile. And thus I left the crystal palace of the spiritual guru, to ride with the Persian prince on his white steed, because he actually drove a jaw-dropping white Audi. But there’s always a catch, right? Well, this was the best catch ever: Harry was gay, engaged to be married after his grandpa’s book tour. He worked for Hugo as a marketing advisor, and he was as smart and sharp as it gets. And a lot of fun to be around. My glands didn’t have time to register how hot he was before we were both joking and laughing like besties. And it was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me that day