I Regret Being Alpha’s Secret Mate novel Chapter 149

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Chapter 132

The heating was on indoors, and the temperature was comfortable, but even after taking off her clothes, Willow still shivered a little Her unall body trembled, her vulnerability apparent.

In her sleep, she instinctively snuggled up to Ayla, although Ayla was not particularly good to her. However, since childhood, she only had Ayla as her mother by her side. Deep down, Willow relied on her a lot. Her small body sought the comfort of her mother, a familiar presence despite Ayla’s cruelty.

But her close friend, Ayla, did not have a change of heart.

Holding Willow, she walked quickly into the bathroom, turned on the shower, adjusted it to cold water, and turned off the heater in the bedroom. Ayla did it swiftly, and deliberately.

Without heating, the temperature in the bathroom quickly dropped.

The cold was a weapon, a tool of torture.

Ayla watched as cold water was poured into the bathtub, and when she touched it, her fingers hurt from the cold. Her satisfaction was evident; the cold was a punishment.

Willow in her arms felt a chill and snuggled closer into Ayla’s embrace, shivering with cold, her teeth chattering. She murmured, ‘Mommy, hug Willow, I am so cold…”

Her small voice was a plea for comfort, a desperate attempt to escape the cold.

Ayla’s heart softened for a moment, but only for a moment.

Thinking about me in the basement, she didn’t hesitate anymore and put Willow in the cold water directly. Her decision was swift, merciless.

The cold water quickly engulfed her tiny body.

Willow’s small body was overwhelmed by the cold.

Willow, who was sound asleep, shivered violently.

Her small body was subjected to the extreme cold.

But due to the effects of medication, she couldn’t wake up. The medication was a tool of control, ensuring Willow’s vulnerability.

Shivering with cold, her teeth chattering, she unconsciously murmured, “Mom… Willow… so cold…” Her small voice was a plea for help, a desperate attempt to escape the torture.

Ayla coldly watched, and did not pick her up despite her shouting that she was cold. She was so cruel, even as a mother.

Until Willow’s whole body turned purple from the cold, she was finally lifted out of the cold water. Her small body was subjected to the

extreme cold.

Dry her off, put her pajamas back on, and put Willow back in bed. Ayla’s actions were swift, cold.

The child who grew up with Ayla, Willow, was very familiar with her body.

Willow’s vulnerability was exploited to the fullest extent.

In less than half an hour, Willow developed a high fever. The cold had done its work.

Ayla jumped out of bed in a panic. Her wolf’s façade of composure crumbled.

Stumbling out of the bedroom, she walked to the door of Lucian’s room, raised her hand and knocked on the door, with a sobbing voice, both anxious and frantic, “Lucian… Lucian… Willow has a high fever…” She used her desperation as an attempt to seek help.

Lucian couldn’t fall asleep.

He opened the door and was about to go downstairs. Lucian sensed something was wrong.

As soon as he heard Willow had a high fever, his footsteps downstairs instantly stopped.

They changed direction and he walked quickly towards Ayla’s room.

His wolf’s protectiveness towards Willow was known to everyone.

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Looking at Willow, whose face was burning red on the bed, his expression changed drastically He was so concerned about her health Dr. Hale had specifically mentioned during their last visit to the old house that Willow’s body had not fully recovered after the surgery He remembered Dr. Hale’s warning.

A high fever easily took her life. Lucian showed much concern as he looked at Willow’s face.

Lucian, with nothing else in his mind at that moment, looked at Willow, whose cheeks were burning red from the fever and who was shivering uncontrollably. Immediately, he bent down and lifted her up from the bed. He did everything swiftly and decisively.

As he walked briskly, he didn’t hear footsteps behind him. His wolf’s focus was solely on Willow.

The footsteps hesitated. Ayla’s wolf was hesitant, unsure of her next move.

He looked back and saw Ayla, who was already in a daze by the bed. He said in a deep voice, “Get the clothes. His command was cold, authoritative.

The clothes… okay.”

Ayla hurriedly walked towards the wardrobe, grabbed a thick coat, and immediately followed Lucian’s footsteps. She dared not to turn dow any request from Lucian.

Soon, the three of them got into Lucian’s car. Lucian’s focus remained on Willow.

Ayla sat in the backseat of the car, holding Willow in her arms. She looked down at her daughter, who had a high fever and was muttering about feeling cold. Her guilt was just momentary, quickly overshadowed by her cunning.

With red eyes, she kissed her burning little face and whispered in distress, “It’s all my fault. I should have taken good care of you. Dear. I couldn’t bear to see you get hurt and suffered.”

Ayla used her tears as a tool, a show of remorse.

As she spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks. What a woman. She could use her emotions to get what she wanted. Smart enough, malicious enough.

Lucian, who was driving in front, had an increasingly gloomy expression on his face.

Glancing at the pitiful little girl through the rearview mirror, he ignored me still in the basement and stepped on the accelerator, quickly driving away. The thing he cared about most was Willow right now.

After the car left the community, Ayla, with her head lowered, curled up a barely visible smirk. She was very satisfied with herself since she managed to kill the possibility of Lucian going to see me in the chamber.

I was alone in the basement, enjoying it slowly. How cruel was that. I was alone and lonely but no one cared.

People, in a state of extreme fear, would experience irregular heart rates that could lead to fainting. Ayla’s knowledge of human physiology was

her weapon.

As long as she kept Lucian from releasing me in time, I would die of shock.

I had to admit that her plan was calculated, deadly.

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The next afternoon, Mooncrest Manor.

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