All Chapters of Alpha's Regret :Reclaiming His Rejected Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

*Selene's POV* “Are sure he is going to come?”Cassie asked for the third time in an hour. I glanced at the clock and the wall and nodded. “Of course he would.”I say,trying to keep my mind positive,but even my own voice sounded doubtful. “Why wouldn't he?” Cassie did a wide eyed blink and I knew right then and there that I was going to regret asking that question for at least two days. “Well,lets start with the basics.”she began,proudly laying the foundation to crush my heart and ego. “He is ignoring your calls,spending more time with his supposed wife on live TV and he might already know that you are the spy that–” I tapped my fingers on the chair anxiously and Cassie stopped talking when she noticed she was the cause of the tapping. “He's only two hours late and I am definitely sure he will have no problem coming to the most controversial brothel in town even though it might ruin him.”she added,her sarcasm hitting me like a slap in the face. “I think that's enough external p

*Selene's POV* Detachment. It has always been my strong suit, or at least I thought it was before I began loosing my prorities. Either way,what matters now are the important things, like the reason I fought so hard for that house in the first place and now how to properly manage matters involving it. I carefully installed a pair of hoop earrings and adjusted my hair off my face. Staring at myself in the mirror, I decided to give my lips another coat of lipstick. Greta came into the room with freshly washed towels, humming a carefree song as she waddled into the closet. “Has anything arrived in the mail?” I asked absently. “No,” she yelled from the closet. “Nothing yet.” I was expecting the invitations by now—Yolanda's birthday was tonight, and I couldn’t miss it. I began to consider getting the tickets myself. “Are you expecting anything?” Greta asked, attempting to make conversation. But I wasn’t really in the mood to talk; it had been hard to get in the mood for anyth

*Ares’s POV* “What is going on?”Noelle whined beside me. “What are they talking about?” I looked down at her annoyed,this was the second time she has asked those questions since Yolanda went to talk to Selene,as though I wasn't also here,several feet away,watching them whisper with gritted teeth. “I have no idea.”I obliged myself to tell her despite my obvious discontent. “Finally,”my mother said,keeping her tone discreet. “Someone to make the party alive.” I ignored her and took my seat,fixing my tie and trying not to look her way. The guests murmurs were already beginning to annoy my ears “Who even invited her?”Noelle asked me again, and I can already feel a migraine spiralling in my head at this point. I shot her a glare, and she retreated her hand from me and looked away. Her eyes caught my mother, and She turned her questionnaire skills to her instead. “Are we just going to sit here and act like nothing is happening?” “Your mother is a wise woman.”came the reply,a

*Yolanda's POV* “Mom,please !!! stop!”Noelle cried as I desperately pushed my finger in her throat. “What's happening to you!”Noelle screamed as her fingers scratched me, I swear on my own goddamn life,If Selene poisoned my daughter,I would kill her,right here and right now. I felt hot tears stream down my face when it wasn't working–why wasn't she vomiting? How deep did the damn cake go? Was it way too late? I grabbed her throat and started her deep in the eye. “Listen Noelle,”I say breathlessly. “You have to vomit—” I felt hands yank me off her and another line of tears rushed down my cheeks. I wasn't going to lose my daughter,at least not tonight. “She poisoned the cake!”I yelled,trying to free myself from their grasp. “Selene poisoned the cake! I heard her say it!” I looked around the room In hopes they would start accusing Selene but all their eyes were still glued on me,with pity,as if I was crazy. Noelle’s especially,staggering back as she took deep steady breaths

*Selene's POV*I am actually kissing Dominic.I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just above his, fighting to feel something—anything. Maybe it could be lust, desire, or even comfort, but I needed to feel something. His hands slid up to my waist, pulling me in as if I were the only thing grounding him. His lips moved against mine, soft yet desperate, like he was kissing me for the last time. There was a practiced rhythm to the way he responded, as though he’d been imagining this moment just as much as I had.For a second, I let myself be swept away by it. He was a great kisser—just as I had imagined. But my foolish heart had other ideas. Unbidden, thoughts of Ares crept in, reminding me of how raw, wild, and forbidden his kisses felt. It had been electric, uncontrollable. No matter how hard I tried to shut out the memory, it invaded this moment, and the comparison sank deep into my bones. I could feel my heart twist in frustration.I pulled away, almost embarrassed by the betrayal of