All Chapters of Her Rejection, His Regret : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Luke’s POV “I love her, I do, but I can't see her letting me ever grow up.” Carrie sulked as she threw herself onto my bed and let out a loud shriek of anger. I sat down next to Carrie, giving her a sympathetic look. I knew that my mother's protectiveness could sometimes feel suffocating, significantly, as we grew older and wanted to explore the world around us. “I understand, Carrie. It can be frustrating to feel like you're not being given the chance to grow and experience things on your own,” I said softly, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “But remember, our mother only wants what's best for us. She’s just worried about our safety,” I added, trying to offer some perspective on our mother's actions. Carrie let out a frustrated sigh, her emotions running high. “I know, I know. But sometimes I wish she would trust me more and let me spread my wings a little,” she lamented, her eyes filled with sadness. “I’ll talk to Mother and see if we can work something out,” I prom

Isla’s POV As the morning sun crested over the horizon, I watched our pack begin mobilising for the impending battle. Wolves of all ages moved with grim determination, their usually melodic howls taking on a haunting tone as they prepared for warfare. I made my way through the camp, my sharp gaze scanning the flurry of activity. Warriors were donning crude armour crafted from bone, leather, and wood - meagre protection but essential against the brutal force we would soon face.Luke appeared at my side, his expression a hardened mask mirroring my own. "The warriors are ready, Mother. We await your command."I nodded, focusing on the largest gathering - able-bodied wolves too old for battle ushering pups, elders, and nursing mothers toward the hidden caverns that would serve as their sanctuary. A familiar pang of worry twisted in my gut, watching the most vulnerable among us shuffling into those dark crevices. But it was a necessary evil - their only path to survival on this day. A

Luke’s POV I fought my way through the crowd of bodies, my heart pounding with each step as I searched for her - our mother, Luna Isla.And then I saw her. Slumped on the ground, her human form naked and vulnerable, her silver hair matted with blood, and her face bruised and bloodied. The sight sent a shock of horror and fear through me, and I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands shaking as I reached out to touch her cold, still form."Mother!" I gasped, my voice hoarse with emotion as I gathered her into my arms. "Carrie, help me!"But Carrie was frozen in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief and panic as she looked down at our mother's limp form. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, the fear and helplessness written all over her face."Carrie, snap out of it!" I shouted, my voice urgent as I tried to shake her out of her stupor. "We need to get her help. Go, find a warrior, and tell them to fetch Myra, the pack healer. Hurry!"Carrie nodded, her movements jerky and uncoo

Carrie’s POV A few days passed, and I sat in the lounge; my mother sat beside me and placed her hands in her lap, a smile spread across her beautiful face. “Carrie, you are exceptional. I think your mother would be proud despite the differences between me and her. If she were still alive, she would be brimming with pride over how you have turned out.” I smiled, unsure how to respond. I knew the history between my biological mother and Isla. She was the woman who had bought me up and always been honest with me about where I had come from. I knew my mother's name was Mora, and she had been the chosen mate of Isla’s first destined mate, but I didn't know much about my birth father. Mora had messed about with a few people, so nobody had been sure who he was, but he must have been pretty powerful for me to have inherited these powers. "Thank you, mother. Luna Isla," I responded, my voice filled with gratitude and a tinge of sadness. "I appreciate your kind words, and I know my mo

Luke’s POVCaught off guard by my father's directness, I took a deep breath, waiting for whatever challenge my father had planned for me. This was the moment that I had trained for, the moment that would define my legacy as an alpha. "I am ready, Father," I answered, my voice steady as I kept my nerves at bay. "I will do whatever it takes to protect and guide our pack, to uphold our traditions and ensure our prosperity."My father's eyes gleamed with approval and admiration, silently acknowledging his trust in me."My son," his father's voice broke through his reverie, "you have shown great courage and wisdom. I am proud to call you my heir, my successor. Together, we will lead our pack to greatness." Alpha Aaron's tone was suddenly serious as he requested, "Luke, I need you to visit the city for me and observe some rogues rumoured to be causing problems. We can’t have them bringing troubles to our pack.” I nodded, my mind racing about how to approach the task. "Of course, Father.