All Chapters of Her Rejection, His Regret : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Isla's Perspective The haze of fear dissolved as Aaron's comforting voice broke through. Worry was evident in his eyes as he took my hand, offering support. "It's happening, Aaron," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. Everything blurred around me as the contractions intensified, every fibre of my being radiating with pain. “Let me help assist with this birth. I have been learning to do midwifery quite recently.” I heard Celeste say, and I nodded in agreement. My mother's concerned voice urged us to find a safe place. Jameson stepped forward, offering his arm for support, while Celeste followed closely behind. “The birthing room is being prepared,” Aaron announced. He must have ordered some of our omegas to do so via mind link. He was thinking ahead despite everything else happening, and I loved him for that. But suddenly, a panic swept over me. "What about Sasha and everything else?" I began to fret. "No. Luna Isla, do not worry.

Aaron's POV I couldn't help but gaze fondly at my beloved Luna Isla and our precious newborn, a wave of happiness washing over me. How fortunate I was to have them both in my life. But as the room emptied and the silence filled the air, I knew it was time to take action. Mt father, Alpha Leon's wise words echoed in my mind, urging me to approach this situation precisely and thoroughly. I couldn't allow my anger or suspicion to cloud my judgment. No, I needed to seek the truth. I left the room, my steps purposeful as I ventured through the winding corridors of our packhouse. My mind raced, concocting strategies and plans, searching for the best action. Gathering as much information as possible became my priority, for I understood that uncovering the truth was crucial in safeguarding our pack. I could not allow this to go on any longer. Finally, I found Sasha in the sanctuary of the office. Her gaze met mine, reflecting a tumult of fear and pain. It pained me deeply to witne

Aaron’s POV As I stood outside my father's room, the weight of betrayal settled heavily on my shoulders. The door before me seemed impenetrable, like a fortress guarding the truth I was about to uncover. My heart raced as disbelief and sadness swirled within me. I took a deep breath, trying to gather my composure before facing the man who had once been my hero, guide, and father. I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the room. My father, Alpha Leon, sat behind an imposing desk, his posture exuding authority. He glanced up, a smile stretching across his face, but I saw the flicker of unease in his eyes. Did he know what I was coming to say? "Father," I began, my voice steady but laced with restrained emotion. "We need to talk." Alpha Leon's smile faltered, his false charm slipping away. "Ah, Aaron, my son. I've been waiting for this moment. Have you finally understood the path I have set for you?" I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my voice even. "This isn

Isla’s POV I could hardly believe how my mother had threatened to kill Aaron’s father. I knew he deserved to be punished for his part, but I hadn't expected her to go all crazy like that. I was glad Aaron and Nigel could put Leon in the cells for now. He needed to face his actions the same way that Mrs Jenkins had. "Luna Isla. Listen. I need to tell you something important.” Sasha said quietly, interrupting my thoughts as we walked together. “What is it?” I asked, glancing at her and noticing how worried she seemed. I waited for her to answer, not expecting what came out of her mouth. “We believe we have found the warlock," Sasha revealed, her voice filled with urgency. We ascended to where the babies were sleeping, their surroundings heavily guarded. The gravity of her words hit me like a sudden wave, causing my eyes to widen in both shock and determination. I instinctively gripped the handrail, seeking its support. “I can not believe it,” I whispered in surprise,

Isla's POV The warlock's snarling voice echoed through the chamber, taunting and defiant. Deep inside the recesses of my mind, Cleo, my loyal wolf companion, growled in response. Her voice surged forward, urging me to act decisively. "Isla, we have to destroy him," she demanded. I could feel the power of her instinct pulsating through me, urging me not to back down. The darkness that emanated from the warlock's words only fueled my resolve. I couldn't let him win, couldn't let him escape the justice he so desperately deserved. Gritting my teeth, I locked eyes with the warlock, refusing to succumb to his intimidation. "Give it up," he sneered, his voice laced with malice. But I wasn't ready to accept defeat. My eyes glinted with an unyielding fire as I channelled all the love, protectiveness, and strength of my hybrid abilities into one final surge of power. The energy crackled around me like lightning, a tempest of potential I would unleash upon the warlock's vile existence