Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 61

“Enough!”

Axel’s exasperated voice echoed through the relentless downpour, a blend of frustration and confusion melding with the gentle beat of the raindrops. Feeling the need to breathe, Axel hastily freed himself from the confining embrace of his hoodie, the drenched fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer. “You?!” They chorused in disbelief, the shared surprise cutting through the pouring rain.

Jasmine, her voice barely audible over the rain, whispered a shocked inquiry, “You’re the stalker?” Axel, irritated by the accusation, responded with a growl, rising to his full height.

His imposing figure, standing at a lofty six–foot–five, completely towered above Jasmine’s diminutive five–foot–six frame, prompting her to instinctively retreat a step.

The air thickened with tension as Jasmine asked, her voice laced with a blend of incredulity and fear: “Why were you following me?”

Axel, devoid of his glasses, allowed her a clear view of his beautiful eyes.

However, the realization that someone with such gentle features could potentially be a stalker left Jasmine genuinely frightened.

Determined to seize control of the situation, Jasmine tightened her grip on the umbrella, eyeing Axel suspiciously.

Axel, holding the umbrella lightly to avoid being beaten further and to only to avoid conflict found himself unprepared for the force Jasmine exerted. As he released the umbrella, she seized it with all her might, anticipating a triumphant yank. The sudden resistance sent her toppling backward, her footing lost to the sl*ppery dance on the wet ground and she landed unceremoniously on the ground with her butt. She groaned out in pain from the impact.

me, but I am not a stalker. I wasn’t following you!” His words echoed with

tears and utterly terrified, irked him in a way he couldn’t quite comprehend. Her flinch when he yelled, a subtle

left her utterly soaked, shivering in the cold, a

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lay his phone, almost

violent man, and he certainly wasn’t about to inflict harm on a woman even in

his anger

words, now delivered in a calmer tone, hung in the air like the raindrops that drenched

behind, Axel

a daze. The plastic bags containing her purchases lay forgotten in a corner, the tissue within likely soaked by the

the retreating figure of the man. A barrage of questions flooded. her mind, finding an outlet in a muttered inquiry, “How did you find me? You’re the same man from the exhibition. It couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?” The words sl*pped from her l*ps in

concern for her well–being fueled a sense of responsibility, and only when he was assured of her security, when he sighted

reached the elevator, the doors about to close, he caught sight of her, prompting him

him int the confined space, and he pressed the button for

contemplating the unusual circumstance of sharing an elevator with the man she had assaulted only moments ago. Clearing her throat,