All Chapters of ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HAILEYThe storm had been brewing all day. The prospect of rain weighed down the dark clouds that swept across the sky. In the distance, thunder roared, a low, menacing warning that made my skin crawl. As the first fat drops of rain splashed against the glass, I watched from the window of our packhouse chamber. I couldn't tell if the strain in the air was due to the storm or the child I was carrying. All day, I had been experiencing an uneasy stomach discomfort that came and went, hinting at something more serious. I tried to calm the restless energy inside my tummy by placing a hand on my very advanced pregnancy. Ryan came in. With a worried and frustrated look on his face, Ryan walked into the room. He said, "You should be lying down, Hailey," in a strong yet worried tone. A tiny smile tugged at my lips as I turned to face him. "I'm all right, Ryan. It's only a storm. As a result, the baby is restless. We had decided to be surprised at birth hence we never had a scan or let our wolv

ADRIAN The forest was dipped in gold, sunset poured through the trees like honey, touching the leaves, setting the world aglow in a calm that didn’t quite reach me. Mist rolled over the ground at my feet, curling and shifting like the thoughts in my head. I stood at the edge of the meadow, listening to the quiet hum of the world before war. Hailey had called earlier said things with Azure were heating up again. That tension was mounting and sure, I should’ve been focused on the looming threat, on strategy, on preparing the pack for what was coming but my mind… my mind had gone somewhere else entirely. Turtela. The moment I laid eyes on her, something ancient and uncontrollable had shifted in me. I’d told myself it was instinct pack loyalty, protective reflex, whatever label made me feel sane but it wasn’t like the others. This wasn’t how I looked at Jaden or Jermaine or Alexia. No, this was different. Deeper, Unexplainable and Raw. I remember whispering it out loud to myself like

LYNA Nerves strained, I paced rapidly up and down in our little clearing as the sun filtered through the thick cover of the forest. Even the awe of nature could not calm the storm arising within me, though the air was thick with the fresh smell of earth and pine. Hours passed since Aaron left, and though I trusted his judgement and bruteness, I felt my chest constrict with anxiety. Aurora, my little one, was tucked into the crook of my chest, her small face a serene contrast to my own state. As a vampire, I'd believed myself above being afraid of anything, but motherhood changed me. I was remade by Aurora. I'd never felt a connection like she and I shared; it was stronger than blood and more powerful than the immortal. "Why do you always pace when you're anxious?" Aaron's voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to see him enter the clearing with his dark hair mussed slightly. I ran to him and felt a wave of relief wash over me, exhaling finally, "You took too long," more harsh

AZURE The torches' unsteady flames caused the shadows in my chamber to dance, creating lengthy, menacing figures on the stone walls. The smell of ancient power and burning sage filled the air, a mixture that lived on treachery and secrets. A smirk tugged at the edges of my lips as I sat on my obsidian throne. Everything was coming together, and the mayhem I wanted to unleash will soon blossom into reality. As usual, my adversaries had misjudged me, but this time, I was armed with a weapon that was far more lethal than any army: the truth. "Bring him in," I said, my voice cutting like a razor through the quiet. Two of my shadow guards dragged a body into the room as the huge iron doors cracked open. In a pitiful attempt at bravado, the man held his chin high despite his pale complexion and big, terrified eyes. "Ah, Xavier," I said, bending forward to welcome him. "You’ve served your purpose well, haven’t you?" My source, a renegade wolf named Xavier, shuddered. "Please, my lord, I—" I

HAILEY The storm outside was no longer just weather but a warning. Wind shrieked at windows of the packhouse, pounding water in waves thick enough to block the world outside. Trees groaned and flexed. Thunder rattled walls as if it too were afraid of what was coming. I paced in the living room, socks off on the cold wooden floors, arms wrapped tighter around myself with each passing second. Fear snaked in my stomach like a knife cutting deeper with each tick of the grandfather clock. I couldn't help but look toward the corner, where tiny Turtela was wrapped up in her bassinet, cooing occasionally, blissfully ignorant of the war thundering its way closer. Ryan crouched on the couch, back rigid, fists bunched, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it hurt. His wolf was straining, too—I could feel it under his skin, growling, needing to be let out. The silence was so charged it nearly burst before my voice did. "I don't like this," I said finally, voice low but clear, riding over the drum