All Chapters of Alpha Zayne's Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zayne Marissa held on to me like she didn't want to let go. She trembled slightly and I could feel the fear pouring off her in waves. I held her to me for a long moment, relishing the feel of her, trying to remember the last time we'd held on to each other like that. I couldn't. It had been so long ago. "You good?” I whispered into her soft hair. “I guess." She pulled away from me almost reluctantly. " How's she doing? Where is she?” I asked, looking away from her. My eyes fell on a mop of brown hair and wide blue eyes. I didn't need anyone to tell me who he was. My son. " She's been in there with the doctors for a couple of minutes.” Marissa was gesturing to the door on the left side of us but I could barely hear her. There was a dull ringing in my head and my chest felt like it was squeezing in on itself and ripping in two at the same time. The boy hadn't moved. Hadn't looked away from me the entire time. He clutched an old purple toy in one hand and the other was st

Zayne The doctor's office was smaller than I expected. Quaint. Everything in this town was. I'd been a little taken aback when I'd pulled into the parking lot of the hospital earlier. I'd expected it to be bigger. Considering the small population though, the size of the hospital seemed about right. At least they had all modern facilities and it was maintained pretty well. I lowered myself into the chair across from the doctor. Marissa took her seat as well. Doctor Pritchard had kind eyes but his mouth was set in a perpetual frown. Not against anyone in particular. He also had a brisk way about him. He was not a man to waste his time. “Right. Little Ashlynn Thorne has been stabilized and not to worry, her condition is quite common in children her age." He began, clasping his hands on the table. “But, what caused it?" Marissa asked, "We keep the temperature moderate in the house and I make sure my children wear weather appropriate clothing…." “Mrs Thorne, contrary to popular be

Elias Someone was driving a jackhammer through my head while another took a baseball bat to the headboards repeatedly. I groaned in frustration and anger, trying to fight them both off but my limbs were made of jelly. Then a low vibration began and I cracked my eyes open. Judging by the blinding rays of sunlight coming in through the parted curtains, it had been morning for quite some time. The vibration started again. My phone. The rapping on the headboards turned out to be someone frantically knocking at my room door. " Elias! If you don't answer I'm going to break this door down!” I groaned as the jackhammering in my head started up again. That bartender's son had some terrifying skills with alcohol. " Elias!” " Whosit?” I mumbled. I was sprawled on the floor with my head on the sofa, clad in the same pajama bottoms from the previous day. All around me lay empty, unlabeled bottles of heavy liquor. Custom made. I'd called the bartender with an instruction; " Tell your

Elias “Heard you were up and about. Glad to see it." Kimara fell into step beside me. I shrugged, “Needed some fresh air." I'd been out of the pack house for over thirty minutes. The walk through town was doing wonders for my peace of mind. Knowing Kimara, she'd trailed me the whole way and only chose to make her presence known now. “Good call. How long are you staying?" " Tired of me already?” " Not at all, Beta. That was not my…." She hurriedly began to add. “I know. I'm messing with you." I snorted in response and took in a deep lungful of air. " Smell that? Muffins. Strawberry muffins. Wanna head to the bakery?” " Errr …hmm. I'm not in the mood for pastries now Beta. I have um, important things to do." She said haltingly. I heard the end of that sentence she didn't add; And so do you. “Just one muffin, Kimara. It won't kill you." “It might." She sniffed, “Besides we're going searching again today. The file I left you…” " Screw the file “ I muttered under my breath. "

Marissa Jane became a little more relaxed after drawing. She still didn't talk much and didn't look anyone in the eye for long but at least she stopped staring at her shoes all the time and even managed to laugh at a few jokes albeit quietly. We sat around the dining table in the kitchen eating spaghetti and meatballs. I'd made some ice cream and chocolate brownies the day before so we had that for dessert along with apple slices. I chatted with the kids as we ate. Being a mom of toddlers taught you important skills like holding a conversation with kids and only managing to roll your eyes a few times while at it. The chatting was mostly for Jane's benefit. I tried to get her to talk more. About her home, school, pets,.. Anything. But she was pretty tight lipped on all fronts while favoring me with a polite smile every now and then. Once or twice, I caught Zayne just staring at all of us with a warm, tender look in his eyes. The third time, his eyes caught mine and he smil