I Regret Being Alpha’s Secret Mate novel Chapter 176

Chapter 159

The car door closed, and Selene wept uncontrollably, recounting her ordeal to Ayla.

Ayla listened with a pained expression, silently shedding tears, perfectly portraying their deep sisterly bond. She didn’t offer a tissue until Selene had finished.

“Ayla, was I wrong?” Selene asked, filled with regret.

“If I hadn’t used David…”

Would she have avoided this?

“Selene, what nonsense are you talking about? How could you be at fault?” Ayla interrupted, her face etched with pain

With red eyes, she looked even sadder than Selene, touching her swollen cheeks.

“You’ve loved Ragnar for years, always wanting to be his mate. You’re a Silvermane; you were the most compatible with Ragnar, weren’t you?”

Selene’s mind was reeling. Her first reaction had been regret, but Ayla’s words sparked a change. Yes, what was her fault?

Ragnar was hers; it was Seren’s promiscuity, her sleeping with Lucian, that had interfered. How dare she try to steal Ragnar?

Selene’s suffering should have been mine.

It’s all my fault!

“Seren!” Selene’s eyes burned with furious hatred.

Ayla looked at Selene’s face, full of hatred.

“Selene, come to my place, shower, change. Don’t worry; David was drugged; he doesn’t know it was you.

As long as we don’t say anything, no one will know. You’re still the most compatible person with Ragnar.”

“Could I really form the bond with Ragnar?” Selene asked, eyes red.

“Of course. Besides you, who else is worthy of him?” Those words struck a chord.

Yes, who else?

The ward. I hadn’t slept long; the night’s events kept me on edge. Lucian had left;

I woke quietly.

The smell of disinfectant told me I was in the Pack’s infirmary.

My mind was hazy; I remembered Lucian taking advantage of my vulnerability in the car.

Under the drug’s influence, I’d almost succumbed, but then I realized my period had started.

He wouldn’t touch me then; he had to take me to the infirmary.

The rest was a blur.

I didn’t dwell on the images of getting closer to Lucian.

Slowly sitting up, I saw the empty ward. A faint smile touched my lips.

It was realistic. He couldn’t sleep with me, so he brought me here and left.

I lifted the covers, the drug had worn off.

I left the infirmary, a cold wind hitting me.

My bag, with my phone, was still at the restaurant; I was penniless.

As I pondered how to return, a black Maybach pulled up.

Ragnar stepped out. His gaze fell on me, assessing my condition.

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