Chapter 33. The Broken Queen: pt. 1

Amber’s heart shattered…

she couldn’t believe this was the same man who had been so gentle with her. The man who had comforted her. Promised to protect her, to love her.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, breath hitching as though her lungs no longer knew how to draw in air. The memory of his smile, the warmth of his hands, the way his eyes had softened when he looked at her—it all twisted into knives now, cutting her open from within.

‘I regret it with all my heart, I could do anything for a chance to go back in time to change that.’ His words played in her mind like a broken record.

It was like some invisible fist was punching her in the gut. Amber couldn’t breath ...

Darach regretted marking her. Her own mate regretted claiming her, he detested Amber.

She was standing there listening to her mate’s every word.

Her fingers brushed against the wooden frame of the door as if touching something solid might anchor her. Instead, the grain of the w