All Chapters of His Regret: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

{Isla’s POV} I was in my room now. Staring at my reflection in my makeup mirror. Styling my hair. Preparing to go for another meeting in the Court Hall. Oh, and I had a big smile on. I had a big smile on my face because yesterday went well. Too well In Fact. Everything had gone sweetly as planned. Mr. Untruee had acted his role perfectly. The fake report had claimed my Dad’s belief. My Dad had called off the setting of the Surveillance camp in the North. Cayden had grown angry at this falsity, and he had objected to his majesty’s decree. He, a general, had yelled in the Lord Alpha’s court. This had made my Dad seethe with rage. Cayden had committed two offenses yesterday. One, speaking without being called upon. Two, speaking in the first place. Generals don’t speak in the Lord Alpha’s Court, only Court wolves do. My Dad had censured Cayden and in his annoyance had adjourned the Council meeting. Cayden was required to come over to today’s Council meeting to apologize to the

{Isla’s POV} “Not when you have a really beautiful sister.” Cayden mouthed and left me with my mouth slightly open with my shock plastered all over my expression. He was more cruel than I had thought. Once again, he had told me his plans, making me feel like I could do nothing to stop him. His confession only meant one thing. Kayla was all over him and he knew he could get her with placid ease no matter what I could do to stop him. It’s scary. Even though I was mad at Kayla And I think she is really foolish, I didn’t want her to go through the hurt I had suffered. Falling for Cayden was the worst decision any girl could ever make. Let’s ignore the fact that she’d be betraying me if she falls for him… Cayden was a heartless walking Greek god statue and he didn’t know the word “devotion” or “Love”. His dictionary was only labeled with words like, “casual sex” “no strings” or “I’m the best there is.” He’s so self-absorbed that he doesn’t realize how evil he has become. Back th

{Isla’s POV} “I still love you and would do anything to protect you.” Those were the words Ralph Tinter had left me with the last time we had met. And now the very same guy was seated comfortably beside me. But I wasn’t really panicking. He didn’t seem like he wanted to say much now. Maybe the nose bashing still hurts and he couldn’t talk much due to the pain? His expression was squeezed into a frown now. He looked offended. Should I apologize? I should apologize. The car was in a smooth rove now towards Kraken Pack so I cleared my throat and turned to him. “Uhm, Ralph.” He turned to look at me. “I’m sorry.” I said. He didn’t reply. Geez! Was the blow really that painful? I mean, I barely— “What are you sorry for?” I heard him ask and I veered my surprised gaze to him. Uh.. I punched your nose? Or did I also kick him in the process?! I motioned to ask but Ralph beat me to it. “What are you apologizing for? The punch? Or you ignoring me for days?” He quizzed and I nerv

{Isla’s POV} The entrance door suddenly flew open and one of my guards was panting against the door frame. “My Princess, Rogues!” .. Rogues? It felt like my brain wasn’t in the mood to process words as I just stood there and stared. How did we switch from tantalizing drama to Rogue infestation? Everyone else had either taken their battle poses or ran towards safety… while I just stood and stared! “Isla! What are you doing?!” Ralph had gotten to me and was shaking me to my senses. “We have to leave!” He bawled and I finally claimed my concentration back. “How many are there? “Anybody hurt?” “Rogues in GreyHill?” Those were the questions I blurted out as I trailed behind Ralph as we made our way out of the Mansion. “I don’t know.” Ralph was yelling. There were cries and shouts from every corner of my vision. We had gotten out of the Mansion and blood and werewolves littered the land. “But from the look of it, they are more than a hundred!” “What! A hun—” There was a huge

{Isla’s POV} “So there was this many casualties?” I was in the Court Hall with my Dad, Carlot, and Ralph. We were going through the reports of the Rogue assault on GreyHill and the values were alarming. “Sadly, yes Princess. Precisely, we lost forty-three Palace guards to upheaval.” Carlot replied to me. “And a lot more GreyHill dwellers.” “But where did such a gang come from?” I quizzed on. “We’ve never had such a threatening Rogues number before.” “I don’t know.” It was my Dad talking, his deep tone lined with anger. “But something is definitely off somewhere.” He mouthed, his expression crushed into a frown. “Yes, Lord Alpha. I totally agree.” Ralph started with a slight bow. “I noticed something odd during the attack.” He said. “What do you mean?” Carlot asked, taking a seat. Carlot loved standing and only took to sitting when he needed to focus on something important or interesting. To him, Ralph’s exposition was both. “Well, firstly, apart from their threatening number, t