All Chapters of ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

TURTELA The moment Akasha froze, I knew something had changed. Her eyes—wide, luminous—locked with not one, but two pairs of crimson-gold irises across the moonlit clearing. The world around us seemed to still, caught in the crackling silence that only soul-deep recognition could bring. Mates. Not one. Two. The taller of the two men—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, with a commanding aura that radiated like war-forged steel—stepped forward first. His expression was unreadable, though his gaze never left Akasha’s face. The second—lithe, with a sharp jaw and eyes full of knowing mischief—flanked him. Both bore the same royal crest on their leather vambraces: the royal sigil of the Vampire Kingdom. Adrian’s family. Akasha took a step back, nearly stumbling into me. I caught her elbow gently, steadied her, and whispered low enough for only her ears, “Breathe, Akasha. Just breathe.” “I can’t,” she whispered. “Why—why them? Why now?” The taller brother, voice deep as thunder, finally

ADRIAN The throne room echoed with silence, heavy and expectant. Shadows curled around the tall obsidian pillars, and firelight flickered across the blood-red tapestry that bore the crest of my house—a silver serpent wrapped around a sword.I sat on my throne, fingers steepled, waiting.After Turtela's flighty departure, they came just as I knew they would. My brothers. Virgo and Lucian. Born of my blood, tempered in war and bonded through centuries of conquest. But this—this would test what loyalty we had left."Adrian." Virgo spoke first, his voice low and clipped. Always the one to get to the point. His eyes were burning.Lucian stood beside him, quiet, but his jaw was tight. He was the more calculating of the two. If Virgo was the blade, Lucian was the poison."To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, descending the stairs of my dais slowly, the sound of my boots clicking against stone."You know why we're here," Lucian said."Do I? Enlighten me."Virgo stepped forward, tension coiled i

HAILEY The halls of the Queen's Wing were silent. Not the comforting kind of silence. This one was thick with grief, tension, and too many unspoken truths. I sat in the old observatory, where the moonlight poured in through the glass ceiling and painted silver trails along the ancient stone. I used to love this place. Ryan and I had watched stars here before our kingdom became a battlefield of secrets and sorrow. Before the triplets were taken. Before Amenia and I were torn apart. The wind whispered her name even now. Armenia. She was the core of my strength, my wolf. The protector, the rage, the anchor to the earth. And I lost her. Or abandoned her. I couldn’t decide which was worse. The door creaked, and I knew who it was before I turned. "You still sit here like the stars will solve what you refuse to face," Isaiah said gently, stepping into the light. He walked like he always did—with the calm of a thousand years and the weight of every soul he'd guided. "Do y

ISAIAH The castle was castle wing is unusually quiet, the kind that comes just before the storm. I could feel it in my very bones. Magic curled and shimmered, edgy and disturbed. I followed it like a hound on the blood scent, my boots silent as I padded along the eastern corridor of the lesser wing. The wing no one visited. The sealed wing for a reason. Someone had been brash enough to break the seal, however. I pushed the creaking arched door open with no ceremony. The rusty hinges screamed, proclaiming my arrival as the torches along the walls flared to life. And there she was. "Lilith", I said trying to stay calm but bubbling with anger like a viper. She slowly turned her head, not afraid, but resigned. "Isaiah." She stood just as she always had—dark, otherworldly, beautiful in a way that had once brought even the most jaded kings to their knees. My mate. My demon. The bane and blessing of my long-lasting life. "Where is she?" I demanded, stepping further into the roo

LILITH The scream that tore from my throat echoed through the castle halls like a banshee's wail. The pain—it wasn't just emotional. It was physical, searing, and sharp. A mother knows when her child dies, and when Serenia’s soul vanished from my reach, the world around me turned black. She was gone. My baby. Gone like the wind with no trace whatsoever. The walls cracked under the force of my magic as I tethered between reason and madness, ripping books from shelves and shattering glass with a flick of my wrist. Isaiah stood at the doorway, helpless and silent, his expression frozen in helpless guilt and sorrow. "YOU DID THIS!" I roared, turning on him like a hurricane. "You plotted with her—you let her kill my daughter!" He stepped back, his silver eyes dim. "Lilith, I didn’t—" "Liar!" I spat. "You knew she was going to do it. Don’t lie to me, Isaiah! You’ve always chosen her. I was a fool to think you’d change! It's her before anything else. What if she did this to your chil