Alpha's Regret After She Kneels novel Chapter 107

I hear her murmuring softly, her hands brushing over me with practiced ease. But I’m too far gone to process it.

It’s as if I am under some spell.

The last thing I remember is the scent of her perfume clinging to the air as sleep claims me.

***

Morning comes with a vengeance.

My head pounds mercilessly, a dull throb behind my eyes that makes me regret every damn sip I took last night. I groan, pressing the heels of my palms against my temples as I sit up, the world spinning slightly. But it’s not just the hangover that feels wrong.

Something is… off.

My senses are sluggish, dulled by the alcohol still lingering in my system, but there’s an unease clawing at the edges of my awareness. Horace stirs, agitated and growling softly in the back of my mind.

Horace stirs, his voice a low rumble that seems to come from somewhere deep and primal:

"Raiden... I smell weakness in your hesitation. The path ahead is bathed in blood, yet you falter. Remember when you were merely a tool? Sharp, precise, unquestioning? Those were simpler days, were they not?"

A soft growl ripples through the mental connection

"The prey scatters before us, and still you contemplate. This world has no place for those who cannot bare their fangs when needed. I have watched you kill, Raiden. I have tasted the copper in the air when you've finished. Do not pretend now that your hands were made for anything else."

The wolf's presence grows more intense, almost pressing against the boundaries of my consciousness

"We are hunters, you and I. Different in form perhaps, but kindred in spirit. The pack does not question the hunt. It simply... devours."

“Devour? Is that what I have done?”

“Is that not what you wanted?”

I can’t remember everything about last night.

What’s happening to me?

Fragments drift through my mind—Lila’s voice, her hands guiding me to bed, the weight of exhaustion dragging me under. But beyond that… nothing. Just an empty void where memories should be.