All Chapters of The Alpha's Mistake-Reclaiming His Love : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI stared at the map spread out on the table before me. On the map, there were ink lines, marking territories and boundaries. Why didn't I think of this place before? I had a feeling that Lorraine would be here. It was a hidden pack, far away from mine. It was outside the country's borders. I just didn't believe she could have wandered that far on her own. Who dropped this map here? An anonymous person must have dropped it to give me a clue. I never had the map before. For the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful. I could finally see her again. But there was one thing that made me disappointed - I couldn't go to that pack, not without being stripped off my title. Leaving my pack to enter that territory would strip me of my title as king. I would no longer be Alpha Kylian; I would become a Stray. Alphas were forbidden from associating with certain areas, and this was one of them. The consequences were severe, but the need to see Lorraine, to know for sure, was

ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVLeaving at night seemed to be the most practical decision. That way, people wouldn't notice me too much. At night, the pack’s activities slowed down, and there were fewer eyes to witness me leaving. As I packed the last of my belongings, I couldn't help the mix of emotions I felt inside me. A part of me was excited - I mean, I was going to see Lorraine again. It had been four years and I'd thought of her ever since. Another part of me felt doubtful - what if she didn't want me? What if she couldn't forgive me? If she couldn't forgive me, I would hate myself. I was determined to do anything to make her be mine again. I know it wouldn't be easy but I was willing to do whatever it took. The door creaked open, and Molly stepped in. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Kylian, you’re really leaving?” she asked. Her voice trembled as she spoke. I nodded, zipping up my bag. “I have to. There are things I need to figure o

LORRAINE'S POVRose and I sat in the living room, having a talk. She came to visit me and the kids. I was happy to have her. I watched as my kids and their friends played a game of tag in the living room. I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face. Their laughter filled the house as they ran all over the place. I loved seeing my kids happy. The sight of children happy was one of the best experiences for a mother. It’s moments like these that remind me of why I keep going, even when things get tough. Looking at my kids, I started to think of Kylian again. For some reason, Kylian came into my mind at the sight of them. Alex and Aiden'a dark hair and blue eyes reminded me of Kylian. They looked so much like their father. Every time they laughed with their friends, I saw Kylian in them. They were starting to look more and more like him everyday. It was a bittersweet feeling. In that moment, I allowed myself to dream again. In my dreams, I saw Kylian and I on the couch, ins

LORRAINE'S POVMoving into our new home was both a relief and a challenge. The fire had taken everything from us, leaving only material losses and memories of what we once had. Slowly, we settled into the house. Luckily, the boys loved the place. Things were hard for me mentally. I kept thinking about all that we had lost. I practically had to start all over again. Anyway, I tried to focus on the positives. We had a roof over our heads, and we were together. That was all that mattered."Mom, do we have to go to school tomorrow? Alex, asked as I unpacked his clothes. I forced a smile, trying to hide the exhaustion that I felt. "Yes, sweetheart. It's a new beginning for all of us. But that doesn't stop you from going to school."Aiden looked up from his toys "Will we be okay here, Mom?"I smiled at him, ruffling his hair. "Yes, my love. We'll be okay. We're strong, and we'll get through this together."Despite my words, I didn't feel that way on the inside. The truth was that I was t

LORRAINE'S POVLater that week, I managed to get a job as a receptionist at a small office downtown. The pay wasn’t great, and the hours were long, but it was better than nothing. My first paycheck went straight to getting new clothes for the boys. Seeing their smiles when they put on their new outfits made all the exhaustion worth it. Something strange was going on in the mansion next door. I kept hearing strange noises coming from there, like someone crying and calling out for help. I ignored it most of the time but lately, it was becoming more disturbing. Every evening, as I prepared dinner, I heard it—it sounded like something, or someone, being beaten. I felt goosebumps down my arms every time the noises started, but I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on the things I had to do. One evening, as I was stirring a pot of stew, the sounds became louder. "Mom, what's that?" Alex asked me. He seemed bothered by the noise. Even Aiden looked worried. It meant I wasn't bein