The Alpha's Regret

Chapter 3

Chapter 3.

Tristian's POV

I stared lazily at Tania, who lay peacefully asleep beside me. My gut twisted in disgust. I groaned, running my hands through my hair. Why did I even touch her?

My mind drifted to yesterday, when I was on my way to a meeting. Tania had called me with news of something urgent going on at their home. I drove there as fast as I could, worried about Kayla. I imagined the worst possible scenario.

Only to be met with Tania, in the most revealing and seductive set of lingerie I'd ever seen. It was hard to resist, and Tania had a very good figure. I hadn't had s*x in a long time, so I gave in, hoping to ease off the frustration. Definitely wasn't worth it.

I couldn't compare her to Kayla. She was nothing. Kayla was virtuous, calm, stunningly beautiful, she was kind and compassionate, and had a great level of tolerance. What am I doing?

As I stared at Tania, all I could feel was guilt. Gut wrenching guilt. And a bit of sadness. I quickly got up from the bed, grabbing my clothes and putting them on. Tania stirred behind me, “Tristian..” she drawled. “Where are you going?”

“Out.” I replied curtly. She gave me a confused look, but I paid her no mind. I'm done with this. I slammed the door as I left their house, my frustrations in triple fold. I hadn't seen Kayla throughout my stay there, and it was probably for the best. I wondered what I would tell her if she saw me. She could never find out about this.

I drove back home, looking forward to taking a hot shower and possibly calming my nerves. Maybe I'll head to the gym later. I needed a match with Luca.

Kayla's POV

“Mmph…” I woke up, groggily rubbing my eyelids. What the heck happened? My eyes adjusted to the light shining in from the curtains. The room came into focus. Where am I? My hands brushed against the duvet I was covered with.

There was a glass of water and a note on the bedside table. I hope you heal from the things that hurt you the most. Love, Drako.

Realization hit me like a bat to the back of the head. Tiny fragments of last night pieced together in my brain.

Tristian and Tania's betrayal, my emotional breakdown, driving to the club, almost drowning in alcohol, and….Drako.

Drako, carrying me out of the club, the faint husky scent of his cologne, the black limousine that he drove me in, my hysteria when he wanted to leave me at the hotel…. I didn't want him to leave, I had begged him to stay and…..

Oh no. No no no no no…..

He was nowhere near the room. I touched the spot between my legs. Ouch. My pulse drummed in my ears. We definitely had s*x. Why did he leave without saying goodbye? I laid back down on the bed, trying to figure out what to do next. Note to self: Don't have a one night stand ever again.

I got up, took a shower and checked out of the hotel. Turns out Drako had already covered the bill and even ordered me breakfast. The corner of my lips lifted slightly. Sigh. He even parked my car outside the motel. This guy was good.

I drove home, silently thinking of revenge. I had to get Tristian back for his betrayal. As for Tania, her punishment would come later. After I figure out what to do about her. I got home and as expected, Nuella was sitting at the front door, pacing like a mad woman.

“Where have you been? You went to slut yourself around right?” She yelled the moment I got down from the car.

I stared at her, my expression blank. I brushed past her and into the house. “Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you!” What is this woman's deal? I palmed my face and slowly turned around to face her. “Or what?”

Her eyes widened in shock. “You witch…” she lunged at me, aiming for my neck. I dodged it and pinned her to the wall. Her eyes twitched. Did she want to change? “What did I say the last time you tried this?” I was still calm, but I could feel my hormones locking into place. Maybe it was the numbness in my eyes, or my calm demeanor, but her rage turned into fear. That's right, be f*****g scared.

“Thought so. Don't. Toy. With. Me. I am not-” My hair was pulled backwards, making me falter and cutting my sentence short. “How dare you touch me mother you useless witch?! Do you have no respect?” Tania yelled from behind me.

I stared at her in disgust. Why did Tristian even- “She touched me first. Respect is reciprocal.” My eyes were bloodshot from crying and the splitting headache I had from my hangover. It made me look even more dangerous.

Tania ran over to her mom. “Are you okay mom? Did she hurt you? What did you do to her?!” Pathetic. I exhaled. “Look, I am in no mood for your temper tantrums. Unless you want something neither of us would like, I suggest you stay away from me.” And my man.

“You think you're so high and mighty huh? Just because you have Tristian. Guess again, witch.” Her words were laced with venom. Translation: I seduced your man and he f****d me.

My heart was stabbed with a knife, and her words awakened parts of me I didn't think could exist. I walked slowly to her, where she stood cross armed and defiant.

“Correction, I am high and mighty. And I will not have you speak ill of my boyfriend.” My eyes flashed a brief red. She flinched, but had a look in her eyes. As if to say: he's not your man anymore. I hadn't gone into my werewolf form for quite a while, but when I did, I was wild and untamable. She knew that. I turned around and left the mother and daughter, their gazes piercing through my back.

Tania and Tristian did not know that I knew about their escapades, and I planned to keep it that way. Until I got my revenge that is.

The rest of the day went by in a daze, until night. I had spent almost all day thinking of how to get my revenge on Tristian, that I had barely eaten. I went downstairs and decided to make myself a snack. Surprisingly, neither Tania nor Nuella were there. Finally.

I was munching on my sandwich, relishing in the solitude when it hit me. The perfect revenge. Our mating ceremony was coming up in two weeks, and I would reject him there and then. In front of everyone. I'd humiliate him. Make him pay for his infidelity. I smirked slowly and finished the last of my sandwich.

I couldn't wait.