All Chapters of Her Alpha Ex-Husband's Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Author’s POV.Sarah was still reeling from the shock of seeing her. Lunaria alive.After everything that had happened, after the tragedy that had struck her life, Lunaria was supposed to be dead—or at least that’s what everyone was led to believe. But there she was, standing before Nathan, as real and tangible as the air they breathed.Was it truly her? Or some cruel trick, a doppelgänger?Nathan’s concern for her was genuine, but he had no idea of the storm now brewing in sarah’s mind. He had sent her to check on lunaria, and she agreed, but not just because of his request. She needed to know for herself. If this truly was Lunaria, she had questions—questions that needed answers.She saw a maid and waved her close to her.“Excuse me,” Sarah said with a serious look on her face.“Ma’am, you shouldn’t be in this part of the halls. This part of the halls is for family and workers only. The guest halls are that way,” she said without even hearing what Sarah had to say.Sarah knew the mai

Author’s POV.Sarah stood in the room, narrowing looking at the woman. She crossed her arms and took in the room they were standing in.Lillian’s room was huge, and the ceiling soared high above her, several times as tall as anyone in our family. A massive chandelier that shone warm gold light all around when Lillian flicked it on hung from the ceiling. The walls were painted a soft yellowish white and were covered with big fancy moulding at the top, bottom, and all around the edges of the ceiling. It looked like some old-worldy thing made by artists who didn’t have anything better to do with their time than make pretty rooms for people they didn’t even know would come along hundreds of years later.In one corner of her wide bed, was a table which had different odd items on it with pictures as well.To the left was an old oak desk, the top of which was clean and held a couple leather-bound journals and a crystal ink pot. A matching chair sat neatly under it. Next to the desk was a

Nathan’s POV. A unique mark that belongs to only the family of the Lycan King! For as long as I could remember, I dwelled on this thought, trying to come up with a picture of how the mark looked like. Racking my head, I tried to remember if I had seen a unique mark on her but there was none. “You shouldn't worry too much about the plague. I know how frustrating it can be to be stuck but I assure you, everything will turn out fine.” The Lycan King said, breaking into my thoughts. Nodding my head, I flashed a swift smile as I readjusted on my seat. At the end of the meeting, I stepped out of his office and the first person that came to mind was Sarah. Looking around, I was expecting her to pop out of somewhere so together we would head back home but she was nowhere to be found. “I wonder where she could be.” I muttered, pushing my hand into my pocket. Suddenly, a frown appeared on my face. Pushing my hand into my second pocket, I was expecting to pull out my

Lunaria’s POV Grabbing my head, I slowly pulled myself up, as a grunt erupted from my lips.My rest had been interrupted by a headache that was threatening to split my head into two equal halves. With the pain waves still running through me, I managed to sit upright, opening my eyes slowly like a little child that had just been exposed to light. “How is this even possible?” I muttered, looking around my bedroom with my hands by my side. I could remember clearly that I had stepped out of my room earlier. “Oops, now I remember.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed with the scene I had created back there. If asked what I was doing at my father's office, I couldn't remember not to talk of why I suddenly let out a scream the moment Alpha Nathan called out to me. Shaking my head, I tried to discard the thoughts that keep making rounds in my head but it was to no avail. Alpha Nathan familiarity was something I just couldn't ignore. It seemed like we had known each other before now but I j

Lunaria’s POV.That question hit me differently as I had not expected that from him.The question had caught me off guard. My chest tightened, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain something I didn’t fully understand myself?As much as I tried to sit down and think my head out with the little boy on my lap it was difficult.“…mmy…” I heard him calling me as I shook my head and got back to the present. “Mummy stop thinking and answer me.”I forced a smile and stroked his soft hair. “You’ll know when the time is right,” I told him gently. “And if I don’t think about it, how will I get your answer for you?”Liam looked at me, his big, curious eyes searching mine, but he didn’t press further. I quickly called his nanny and asked her to take him for a bath and make sure he ate. She nodded and led him away, his little hand wrapped around hers.But even after they were gone, his question stayed with me.Who is Liam’s father?The truth was, I didn’t know. My memorie