Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALPHA, I'll BE YOUR REGRET: Kabanata 301 - Kabanata 310

GABRIELHemlock Pack.Bridget has a son. My chest tightened every time I remembered how she had said it yesterday, and my wolf roared, furious and restless, unable to bear the truth.I wanted it to be a lie, wished with every ounce of me that she was claiming Frederick’s child as her own to protect him.“The boy is ready, sir.” An omega’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. She held Nicholas’s small hand gently; he was freshly bathed, his clothes clean and neatly pressed.“You can leave him with me,” I said firmly.Last night had been a nightmare of its own. Bridget had collapsed into my arms, her body burning with a fever that made my wolf howl in worry. With Nicholas also still asleep, my plan had been simple; to carry them both on my back and seek help. But then Zade had appeared, storming in like a force of nature. His eyes gleamed with that dangerous intensity of his, and he had demanded that both mother and child be brought to Hemlock. The omegas assigned to tend to Bridget in

BRIDGETWaking up without Nicholas beside me sends something feral ripping through my chest. One second I’m drifting, the next I jolt upright with a snarl tearing out of my throat. The room is unfamiliar, and there are strangers crowded around my bed.I don’t hesitate. I shove, kick, claw my way free, bodies crashing to the floor as I bolt out of the room.“Nicholas!”My voice echoes down a long, unfamiliar corridor. People shout after me, footsteps thunder behind me, but I don’t slow. Fear sharpens my senses, strips me down to instinct alone. Then I catch it.His scent, so close. Right behind that door. I slam it open hard enough that it bangs against the wall.“Nicholas!”“A-Auntie?”He scrambles to his feet instantly. So does the man before him.I rush forward and Nicholas throws himself into my arms, small body colliding with mine as I wrap him tight against my chest.Then he flinched. I pull back just enough to look at him, and my blood turns to ice.His palms wrapped hastily,

ATLASIf I had known it would feel like this—this slow, gnawing ache that never quite loosened its grip—I would have gone with Bridget and Velmara that day. Anything would have been better than this waiting. Waiting for words that never came. Waiting that flayed the nerves raw, a torture far more patient and cruel than death itself.Ashwood Pack was sealed. No one crossed our borders, no one entered, or left. Patrols moved only within the territory and even Frederick limited himself to a narrow path between the manor and the holy sanctuary where Tessa lay in sleep.From the outside, our pack might have looked peaceful. Controlled. A calm closure meant to protect.But beneath it all, the pack was restless.Even someone like me, born without much of a gift, could feel it—the constant pressure of the mantras cast by our Seers, woven endlessly around the land. Protective spells layered atop one another, energies clashing and grinding, never fully harmonizing. It set my teeth on edge, made

BRIDGET“What are you doing here?” Velmara forced the words out, her voice shredded and unfamiliar, as though it no longer belonged to her. “You have to leave. Get out of this place, take Nicholas, and go as far as you can.”Her gaze dropped to the boy, and horror washed over her features.“I was going to,” I said quickly. “Not without you, Auntie Velm,” Nicholas interrupted, his small voice fierce with conviction. “We’re leaving together.”For the briefest moment, something warm flickered in her eyes. A fragile, broken smile curved her lips.“Oh Selene," Gabe burst into the cell, his breath uneven. The moment his eyes landed on Velmara, all the color drained from his face.I was on my feet in an instant, turning toward him, fury tightening my chest.“You told me she escaped that night,” My teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached.“I didn’t lie,” he answered immediately. His gaze hasn't left her. “I swear it. She did escape. Zade's men I killed—there’s no way they could’ve risen again an

ATLASThe forces Zade had unleashed on our Pack were beyond anything we had imagined. Among the few normal wolves were hordes of abominations—creatures born of dark magic, twisted beyond recognition. Their bodies bore jagged scars that should have killed them long ago, their eyes glimmered like white pearls, and they limped with an unnatural gait. They were numerous, but their strength paled in comparison to the normal warriors of a Pack.And then, a chilling realization hit me like a lightning strike; Zade hadn’t gathered these things. He had made them and raised them from the dead.'Back off. Go to the mansion, Stella needs one of us. I can handle these creatures.' Frederick’s voice cut sharply through the mind link.I scanned the battlefield, my eyes locking on my Alpha. Frederick moved like a force of nature, massive and unyielding, cutting through Zade’s abominations with terrifying ease.'But Frederick,' I began, only to be silenced by the resolute firmness in his voice.'Go