#Chapter 190: Regrets

Alexander’s POV I had been so stupid. So completely and utterly stupid. Vile. Contemptible, even. How could I have kissed another woman? How could I have let the pull of the full moon and the haze of a few half-priced drinks cloud my judgement enough to do something like that? Ella’s grave was barely cold, and I had kissed the nanny who was supposed to be taking care of our son. “She is our mate,” my wolf chided. “It doesn’t matter if she’s the second-chance mate I never asked for. I shouldn’t have kissed her,” I retorted, watching as she ran away, leaving her drink spilt across the already-sticky dancefloor. No one even batted an eye as she shoved past, too busy grinding on each other to even notice. That was a good thing, I supposed; I didn’t even want to imagine the scandal that might emerge if anyone noticed the fucking Alpha King kissing a woman who not only wasn’t his dead wife, but also his fiancee. What a joke I was. I couldn’t s