Alphas regret: Magnificent Return of the Rejected Luna novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 

“Silas… I…” My voice cracked, barely a whisper, but I could see the panic in his eyes as he leaned over 

1. me. 

His face was a mixture of fear and anger, his eyes wide with the realization that I might be slipping 

away. 

“Don’t talk, just stay with me,” Silas urged, his hands trembling as he tried to stop the blood from flowing. 

“I’m not going to let you die. Not like this.” 

“Silas… I…” My breath hitched, and I could feel my vision fading. 

The darkness was pulling me down. “It’s… too much. Too much pain…” 

“Shh, don’t say that,” Silas insisted, his voice breaking, but he wasn’t going to give up. 

He wasn’t going to lose me. “I’m calling for help. I won’t let you die here, Lorelei. I swear it.” 

I wanted to tell him that it was too late, that the darkness was already creeping in and swallowing 

me whole, but the words wouldn’t come. 

My body was failing me. My eyes closed as I felt myself drifting away, but just before I lost myself completely, I saw him. 

Branwen. 

He appeared from nowhere, his face drawn and tense, his eyes wide with horror. 

He seemed to glide towards me, his presence like a sudden gust of wind. He barely glanced at Silas 

as he knelt beside me. 

Before I could even blink, Branwen was pulling me from Silas’s grasp. 

“No! Branwen!” Silas’s voice was a mixture of disbelief and desperation. “She needs help! You can’t” 

“I don’t care what you think, Silas. Move!” Branwen’s voice was cold, sharp, and filled with urgency. 

It was clear he wasn’t going to waste time arguing. His tone left no room for hesitation. 

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Chapter 72 

His men immediately stepped forward, grabbing Silas and pushing him back to make way. I could hear their fast footsteps as they quickly moved into position. 

The air was thick with panic, and everything felt rushed. Branwen wasn’t waiting around he was 

determined to get me to safety as fast as possible. 

“Please… no…” I whispered weakly, barely able to protest, but Branwen didn’t listen. 

His arms were already wrapping around me, lifting me gently but firmly, cradling me to his chest. 

“I’m not letting you die,” Branwen whispered, his voice filled with strong emotion. 

His words were soft but full of fear, and I could hear the trembling in his breath. 

It was clear that he was scared, maybe more than I had ever seen him. “You’re my mate, Lorelei. 

You belong to me. I won’t let you go, not like this. I can’t lose you.” His voice cracked, showing how much he cared, how deeply he felt for me. 

I could feel his arms tightening around me as if he was afraid I might slip away if he wasn’t careful. 

Mate. The word struck me like a lightning bolt, and for the first time, everything made sense. 

The strange connection I had felt with Branwen, the inexplicable pull that had been there since the beginning… it was because we were meant to be together. We were mates. 

I wanted to tell him I understood, to tell him I wasn’t going to leave him, but the words never came. Instead, I reached out with trembling fingers and gently touched his cheek. 

His skin was warm under my touch, and I could feel the rush of emotions flooding through me. 

I wanted to say so many things, but there was only one thought in my mind. 

“If I don’t make it… please, take care of Joan and Joy for me,” I whispered, my voice weak and barely 

audible. 

Branwen’s eyes filled with tears, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “No, Luna. Don’t say that. 

You’re not going anywhere. We’re going to make it to the hospital, and you’re going to be fine. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

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