I Regret Being Alpha’s Secret Mate novel Chapter 215

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Chapter 198

Third Person Narrative

The teacher’s voice, anxious and laced with worry, relayed the news of Willow’s beating.

“What? Teacher, is Willow alright? I’ll be right there!”

Ayla’s voice, though outwardly frantic, held no genuine concern.

She’d orchestrated the event, witnessed it firsthand.

She knew the saying: “You can’t catch the wolf without letting go of the child.”

The teacher handed the phone to Willow, offering words of comfort.

Ayla hung up, her expression devoid of worry.

Twenty minutes later, Ayla arrived at the school, her transformation complete.

She’d traded her disguise for high heels and a hurried gait.

She burst into the infirmary, breathless.

“Willow!”

Willow’s pale face was a mirror of her suffering.

Ayla embraced her, feigning distress.

“What happened? How did you get hurt?” Ayla cried, her tears manufactured and unconvincing. Her wolf remained quiet, observing

The teacher explained the situation.

The school doctor recommended an X-ray.

Ayla, placing on a concerned expression, declared, “We’ll take Willow to the hospital.

This won’t go unpunished!”

She left with Willow, her outward concern a carefully crafted façade.

In the car, she placed Willow in the car seat.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the hospital.” Ayla kissed Willow’s pale cheek, then started the car.

“Mommy, my tummy hurts…” Willow whimpered, clinging to Ayla’s words for comfort. Her wolf sensed the need for nearness, for comfort

Ayla pulled over. Willow’s eyes lit up, her gaze filled with hope.

Ayla didn’t offer comfort.

‘I’ll call your father. Save your tears for when he’s here.

Tell him what happened, so he’ll feel sorry for you,” she instructed, her voice cold and calculated. My wolf shuddered at her heartless manipulation.

“Will you still be with Daddy?” Willow asked.

“It all depends on you, Willow, Ayla said, “Don’t let me down.”

Willow nodded obediently, earning a kiss from Ayla, a quick, emotionless gesture. Ayla’s wolf felt no emotion. This was just a plan, a strategy to secure Lucian’s loyalty and attention.

Ayla called Lucian, who’d been on his way to the infirmary with Seren’s breakfast when the phone rang.

The sight of the dropped breakfast on the floor was the last thing on his mind.

Ayla’s voice, thick with fabricated tears, relayed the news. Lucian’s face drained of color.

“I’m at the hospital. Bring Willow here, he instructed, his voice tight with concern.

Ayla described Willow’s injuries. Lucian, focused on his daughter, didn’t notice Seren standing nearby.

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