Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 253

Sarah’s POV

“Alpha Nate!” I couldn’t stop the tears streaming down my face, even as Nate tried to appear nonchalant about nearly being killed.

His casual demeanor only made my heart ache more intensely, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks, glistening under the harsh parking lot lights.

This was so typical of him-no matter what terrible thing happened, he always tried his hardest to make me laugh, to shield me from worry and pain.

Even when the person who had just tried to run him down was

Alexander, even when we both knew it was deliberate, he still put on a brave face.

“Alpha Nate, you fool,” I whispered, my voice catching.

“Why do you have to be so stupid?” I asked, reaching out to touch his face gently.

Stupid enough not to utter a single word of blame, but instead try to comfort me when he was the one who nearly died.

My heart squeezed painfully as I examined him for injuries. “Are you feeling any discomfort? Does anything hurt? Please, let me take you to the hospital, okay?”

“Relax, Sarah,” he said, his voice steady. “I haven’t even shed a drop of blood. What could possibly be wrong?” As he spoke, he reached out and ruffled my hair affectionately.

The gesture was so tender, so protective that it made my throat tighten. “Although the car’s wrecked. Can’t drive that anymore.””Wait here, I’ll call someone to pick us up.” Nate pushed open the mangled car door with surprising ease, his long legs stepping out first.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, completely composed as though he hadn’t just narrowly escaped death.

The small crowd that had gathered around us after the crash began to disperse as they saw Nate walking and talking normally, their whispers of amazement fading into the night.

“Uncle Nate, are you really okay?” Aria wrapped her tiny arms around Nate’s long legs, her face a picture of worried innocence, tear tracks still visible on her cheeks.

My heart broke seeing her so distressed.

Nate looked down at her, his eyebrow slightly raised in that teasing way of his. “Little pup, didn’t you hear me tell your mom I’m fine?

“But if he doesn’t hate him, why would he try to hit him with his car?”

. Her question left me speechless. In a child’s world, everything was so clear-cut, so pure and simple. Guilt washed over me in waves as I looked at my daughter’s confused face.

Just a couple of days ago, everything had been normal.

How had things spiraled out of control so quickly in just over forty hours? How had Alexander suddenly snapped, trying to kill Nate in such a reckless, violent way?

I couldn’t make sense of it. Exhausted, I lifted my gaze and realized that the damaged Bentley was gone, having disappeared while I was focused on Nate and Aria.

“Sarah,” Nate’s voice brought me back to reality. “The car will be here in five minutes. Let’s move away from the wreckage.”

I nodded mutely, taking Aria’s hand in mine.

As we walked toward the edge of the parking lot, I couldn’t help but wonder what Alexander was doing now. Was he regretting his actions?

Or was he plotting something even worse?