All Chapters of The Alpha’s Regret: Torn between two Alphas: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Donovan’s POVI was devastated, the moment I arrived in that hall, seeing her,... I felt my heart being torn to shreds. I couldn't even seem to notice the guards that were after me in the bloody mess that was my body, all I could do was focus on her, her beauty and grace.Even though she was pregnant and even though she looked like she had been through a lot, she was still a beauty to behold. Her long hair cascaded down her back, lustrous and glorious, like a black waterfall, her blue eyes more resplendent than the stars, more entrancing than the moon. Her fair skin, her delicate lips, her gentle aura, she was an angel.Although I had never seen her before, I knew right at that moment that she was the one, she was Luna. A name truly fitting because, at that moment, I could have staked my life to bet that she was more beautiful than even the moon goddess.She was standing by a window, gazing out at the sky silently, her hands gently resting on her bulging stomach indicating the presence

Lucien's PovSo much had happened in such a short time. And the world in my eyes now felt different. I couldn't believe how many people had died and how many lives had been lost. Donovan; a pioneer of the chaos was now dead too. And I sat here on this upturned log silent… as the wind blew by gentle yet heavy. Subtle yet forceful. The nature of the weather similar to the nature of my emotions. Tossing yet dragging. Weightless yet burdensome… The broom in my hands now feeling like a sword. Like a blade. Like a weapon. The same ones that were sent through the hearts of innocent people… And unknowing souls… And all because of what?...Was it because of love?... And was it really?... Was all this conflict and destruction really necessary?... And all because of the thirst for power and love for control and desire?... Avery was still in my heart even though far away. I still thought about her, and I still felt something for her… Stella was a choice of fate not a choice of want. But I was

Avery's povI stood there amongst the others. Like a lone sheep amidst other sheep just like it. Everyone around me, including me stood vulnerable. Even those who thought they were strong had become vulnerable too. The conflict and aura of death had humbled everyone. As everyone knew it could've been them… And it could've been anyone of us… The losses counted could've been on any side. The tears were still rolling, and families were still reeling from being broken and losing a loved one. I stood amongst the rag tag group of survivors and people still standing. My eyes holding back tears at the shock of it all— the way death had swooped down over everyone like a hawk and taken everyone with their mental helmets removed and emotional swords sheathed. I stood there like a little tuft of cloud floating amongst napalm skies, and I sobbed slightly as I hadn't experienced anything like this…I rested over on a pillar and leaned all my weight against it for support. As anything less would've

Avery's PovI reached the end of the hallway and turned right. The decor immediately transforming in this direction. The walls lined with variegated designs yet in one color pattern. The chandeliers were single holder with three candles. Suits of amor lined in front and beside them and then statues. One of Lucien himself and one of his father and mother. Her pose was different from theirs but Lucien and Alpha Hawthorne the same. Like father, like son. I glanced at their carved expressions as I walked past them and Lucien’s face was the only one that stuck out to me the most. His face on the statue holding a confident smirk. The same confident smirk he always had. The same confident smirk that drew me in into joy when I found out he was my mate. And the same confident smirk he had when he had already rejected me but still wanted to use me for his pleasure…I glanced at the statue and the expression stuck in my head. It annoyed me that he was so self-absorbed and self fulfilling, even i

Lucien’s PovI didn't understand what was happening. I didn't understand what I was doing in my chambers? And I didn't understand why Avery was right beside me? The room was too dark for comfort and I was worried something had happened between me and her? Maybe I was dazy and confused because she had laced my drink and had her way with me?... There were so many thoughts and they were all running around fighting and struggling for the light of truth and I couldn't concentrate or focus. The rush of thoughts making my head keel over with a growing migraine.“You need some rest…” I heard her say again now. Her voice soft and solemn. The concern in her tone visible.“You were sick but now you're better. Your skin was pale and I feared you were gone to leave us. But I'm glad you're well…”I frowned now and turned to her. A sharp pain shooting from my head down to my feet as I did. And my eyes creasing in response as I tried to replay the words she just said. I felt her hands in mine and the