Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 100

“You know quite well what I’m talking about,” Axel replied sternly.

Nathan’s eyes darted around the surroundings as if searching for prying cars.

“Let’s go to my office; we can have complete privacy there,” Nathan suggested. The atmosphere hung

heavy with tension as the two of them stood in the elevator, the air thick with unspoken accusations.”

“You looked into Jasmine?” Nathan inquired once they were in the privacy of his office.

“Yes,” Axel stated, his gaze unwavering. “You lied to Jasmine, several times,” Axel accused, his voice

cutting through the room.

“You finished college years ago before her, but she actually thinks you met her in college,” Axel

continued, unraveling the fabric of Nathan’s deceit. Nathan’s composure wavered, his eyes betraying

the weight of Axel’s revelations.

“You dug about me too?” Nathan asked, a defensive edge in his tone.

“That and also other things. What she told me and the facts about you don’t match up in any way,” Axel

declared, exposing the contradictions that surrounded Nathan.

“You’re taking advantage of her because she doesn’t recall some things!” Axel’s voice rose, a blend of

anger and concern echoing through the room.

In their short conversations during car rides, Axel had detected numerous discrepancies in Jasmine’s

recollections. Whenever he probed for more insight, she seemed lost, even experiencing sudden

headaches. His attempts to research about and dig information about Jasmine’s past had yielded little

information, uncovering only details from the last eight years, as if she had emerged into existence at

that point.

“It’s more like she came out of nowhere,” Axel concluded. “Like she hadn’t been existing before that

time” he added.

“Where is she from? You know things about her, and it’s clear you’ve been keeping her in the dark,

feeding her lies.” Axel declared.

“I wouldn’t actually try to harm her,” Nathan retorted fiercely. “I’m just keeping an eye on her,” he

admitted, his words laced with a sense of protectiveness.

“Why aren’t there any records of Jasmine for over the past ten years or more now? It’s more like she

never existed until eight years ago,” Axel questioned, pressing for answers.

“I had nothing to do with that,” Nathan replied with a sigh, his response carrying an air of frustration at

the mysterious gaps in Jasmine’s history.

“Or the reason why she has no wolf.” Nathan added,

“What pack is she from?” Axel probed further, his attempts to find answers had taken him searching

through neighbouring packs to have a little knowledge of who she was, but all had come out futile.

“I don’t know,” came Nathan’s reply exasperated reply.

“What then do you know?” Axel asked, irritation evident in his tone.

“Jasmine’s linked to my wife’s death!” Nathan thundered, his words landing like a heavy blow, Axel

halted, staring at the man with a mix of shock and defense.

“What do you mean?” Axel probed, stepping forward defensively.

“Jasmine saw my wife last before she died, Nathan revealed, his tone faltering under the weight of the

revelation.

“Explain,” Axel demanded, the urgency cutting through the air.

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Nathan sighed, the burden of the past heavy on his shoulders. “We went on a trip one day, to an island

off the coast, Nathan began with a heavy breath.

“She took a stroll one morning, and that was it. She never came back. Jasmine was there at that time,

she saw everything,” Nathan confessed, his hands burying his face as he unraveled the haunting NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

details of his wife’s mysterious demise.

Axel stood frozen at a spot listening to him

“What?” Axel asked, finally finding his voice.

Nathan sighed then continued.

“My wife met Jasmine. The night they met, there was an accident. No, someone had tried to kill them.

They succeeded although Jasmine came out badly injured, my wife and cub were gone,” Nathan

answered, the words heavy with grief and pain.

With a heavy sigh, he sank into a seat, the weight of the past bearing down on him.

“Jasmine was the only witness that day. When they found her, she was clutching my wife’s necklace in

a death grip.” Nathan’s voice quivered lightly.

“I needed to understand what was happening; there were no leads. The only person who knew

something was unconscious for months. When she woke up, she had no recollection of anything,

nothing at all. The police also couldn’t be of much help. A whole lot of things were left to boil over-no

clues, no nothing! We couldn’t do much,” Nathan explained, his voice tinged with frustration and

sorrow.

His eyes had become misty, haunted by the unresolved pain of the past.

“You think if I wanted to harm her, I didn’t have several chances already?!” Nathan yelled, his

frustration erupting in a torrent of emotion.

“So, you’ve been around her since then?” Axel asked slowly, his gaze fixed on Nathan.

“Yes, she was just a child at that time. Eight years! I’ve waited eight years, but I don’t think she’ll ever

remember,” Nathan explained, the weight of time and unspoken truths hanging heavily in the air.

“Not with the lies you’ve given her, she won’t,” Axel stated bluntly.

“There’s more to it,” Nathan admitted, standing up with a solemn expression.

“I’m listening,” Axel muttered, his attention fully captured by the unfolding revelations.

“When they brought Jasmine to the hospital, she was badly bruised, covered in scars,” Nathan began,

the gravity of his words sinking in.

“Lines of scars around her back, they never healed. I doubt if they have even till now,” he continued,

each word heavy with the burden of untold pain.

“When she woke up, she was frightened and jumpy. She was no doubt traumatized by something. I

watched her fidget and get frightened at everything and everyone? Nathan revealed, painting a vivid

picture of the lingering effects of a harrowing

past.

“It seemed she was being heavily abused. That way she never actually grew, she didn’t have a wolf.

She woke up with no memories, frightened of everyone and everything. What else was I to do?”

Nathan questioned, the desperation in his voice echoing the complexities of the situation.

“Fill in some lies while I waited around for her to remember something. For eight years,” Nathan said

with a pained look, the weight of time bearing down on him.

“Eight good years!” he exclaimed, his frustration palpable.