Lahat ng Kabanata ng ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

QUEEN HAILEY The grand hall of the Ivory Citadel felt colder than usual. I sat on my throne, my hands lightly gripping the armrests, but there was no comfort in the gesture. No sense of power. No reassurance. The crown upon my head felt heavier than it had in years, as though the weight of my choices had finally found a way to crush me. The summons had been sent. Jaden was coming. Jermaine had answered from the Faes that he'd come back home. Jackson… I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly. Still no word from him and Alexia at all. A mother should not have to summon her own children like they were mere subjects to be called before a throne. A mother should not have to wonder if they will even answer. Yet, that was what I had become. Not just a queen. A mother in title alone. And it was my fault. For eighteen years, I had been haunted by the echo of a choice I could not take back. I had told myself it was necessary. I had told myself it was the only way. That if I had not let them go, I wou

RYANThe doors opened and there was silence. Jaden commanded the space he occupied, standing framed in the doorway and accentuated by the arch over the entrance to the throne room. Turtela remains behind him a shadow, watching all; my angel is so wise beyond her years with so much level headèdness like that of her mother's. Hailey had been afraid no one would like her. That was a silly worry; no one could possibly ever dislike Turtela; they met her and loved her. Jaden was no longer the helpless baby we had been mercilessly forced to abandon; now he was a man. His face was so unreadable, and hard and strong. I knew I should speak up. It is time to step in and keep the peace. But I am unable to. The sight of my son made my heart, which had been wounded by war and betrayal, tighten in excruciating, throbbing grips. My son. I was anchored by Hailey's fingers digging into my palm. For the first time in years, she appeared small when I turned to face her—my mate, my queen. It was as if the

JACKSON Before me, glittering city lights stretched, a blinding testimony to human ambition. From floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse of my building, I watched the golden hues of the world I had designed for the sun setting well behind the blocks. Billionaire. Business Mogul. The Visionary – that was a title the press had given, but none meant anything. Not really. Because beneath all the pretensions, I remained just a wolf without a pack. A man without a home. And after eighteen years now, that was going to change. I let my gaze wander away from the window as I shrugged my shoulders and took up my jacket. The call had arrived that morning, abrupt, no-nonsense and with fewer words. Come home. An invitation wasn't even implied; the command had been issued. Mother had finally decided the time had come. I ran a hand through my hair, blowing out a sharp breath. Jaden was probably going nuts over this. Jermaine… I didn't know how he'd take it. But me? I had been waiting for this

JADEN The room was too quiet and for the first time in my life, I was sharing a room with my brothers, not only in passing, or to fulfil an obligatory discussion, but actually sharing a room, and this made things quite awkward. The suite in the wing was connected, spacious, and almost smothering. The moment I walked in, I sensed that there was little hope of getting away from everything but the moment Jackson got the opportunity to walk around, it was as if the room was his: lounging on that great big velvet couch and putting his feet on the table. Jermaine was standing before the window, staring out at the broad treetops beyond the window, with a different atmosphere on the other side. He was deep in thought. Me? I was standing with my arms crossed, leaning against the door, waiting for the awkwardness to finally pass. "You're sulking," Jackson said without glancing at me as a smile played on his lips. "I expected you to have got it all out of your system by now." "Shut up." I re

RYAN The castle felt heavier than usual, as if even the walls held the weight of what had occurred. Jaden's anger, Jermaine's return, Jackson dragging Alexia back against her will—everything was just happening so fast. Too fast. I stood in my office, staring out into the vast forest beyond the borders of our pack. The night sky was clear, yet even the stars shone dull, weighed down by the storm brewing within these walls. The words of Jaden still echoed within my mind. "She is nothing to me but the Queen." My fists clenched, claws threatening to extend. The rage that surged through me then was nothing compared to the pain that I felt on behalf of Hailey. My mate, who has suffered more than anybody, is still suffering, and all she received after finally having gotten her sons back home were resentment and accusations. I should have been able to handle it better than that. I should have watched over her a little more, at least. A light, soft knock upon the door cut into my mood.