All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kelsey’s POVThe evening had grown quieter as conversations shifted to smaller, more intimate groups. I was refilling Dominic’s wine glass when Nick appeared beside me during a lull in the party chatter, his proximity sending immediate alarm bells through my nervous system.“Quick word?” he asked, positioning himself between me and the nearest cluster of guests.“Absolutely not here,” I whispered, my hands shaking as I set down the wine bottle.“Just friendly conversation between acquaintances. Nothing suspicious about that.” His voice had enough volume to sound casual while his eyes held the familiar warning that made my stomach drop. “I’ve been thinking about our relationship.”“Stop talking like that,” I hissed, glancing around frantically.“Of course. Wouldn’t want to interfere with your hostess duties.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “But we absolutely must schedule some private meeting time very soon. So many important matters requiring discussion.”Before I co

Dominic’s POVThe healer emerged from the bedroom at two in the morning, her scrubs stained with blood and sweat. Dark circles ringed her eyes. She pulled off her gloves and dropped them in the medical waste bag.“Complications,” she said without preamble. “Severe bleeding. The baby’s in distress. We need to get her to the hospital immediately.”My heart dropped into my stomach. “How bad?”“Bad enough that I can’t handle it here. The ambulance is already on its way.” She glanced toward the closed bedroom door. “She’s stable for now, but we’re looking at emergency surgery.”Nick paced beside me in the hallway, his face pale. “What kind of surgery?”“C-section, possibly more depending on what they find. Transport’s five minutes out.”Through the bedroom door came the sound of Kelsey crying out. Each noise made me flinch. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Birth should be natural, joyful—not a medical emergency threatening both mother and child.“Sir, you should know,” the healer

Dominic’s POVThe Council corridor felt endless as I walked toward the final custody hearing. Today would determine whether Debbie remained with me permanently or if some other arrangement might be possible.Penelope sat on a wooden bench outside the main chamber, her lawyer beside her shuffling through legal documents. She looked terrible—gaunt face, hollow cheeks, dark circles under her eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and constant stress. The sight of her obvious suffering hit me harder than I’d expected.Three months ago, she’d been vibrant and strong, leading her training program and challenging pack traditions. Now she looked like someone barely holding herself together.“Dominic,” her lawyer nodded as I approached.“Counselor.” I sat on the opposite bench, maintaining distance.Penelope glanced up briefly, then returned her attention to the legal papers in her lap. Her hands shook slightly as she turned pages. The woman who’d once commanded rooms full of skeptical Alphas now

Kelsey’s POVI balanced Alexander on my hip while arranging fresh flowers in the main sitting room. The pack wives would arrive any minute for our weekly coffee gathering, and everything needed to look perfect.“Kelsey, dear, you’ve outdone yourself again,” Linda gushed as she entered, her arms full of homemade pastries.“Just trying to keep busy,” I replied, settling Alexander in his bouncer where the women could coo over him. “Dominic’s been working such long hours, and the house feels empty without proper entertaining.”Barbara followed Linda inside, carrying her baby Eloise. “I don’t know how you manage to keep everything so organized. My place looks like a tornado hit it most days.”“It’s all about routine,” I said, pouring coffee from the silver service set that had belonged to Sophia. Using her things still felt strange, but Dominic had told me to treat the house like home. “Alexander thrives on consistency, so I’ve built our whole schedule around his needs.”“Smart thinking,” L

Penelope’s POVThe evening training session started badly and got worse. I could feel the tension between Nora and me, and the students sensed it immediately.“Form up for scenario eight,” I called out, trying to inject authority into my voice. “Three-team rotation, mixed weapon combinations.”The women moved into position, but their formations were sloppy. Margaret kept glancing between Nora and me like she expected us to start arguing. Lily stumbled over her own feet during a simple transition.Even students who could execute these drills in their sleep were making basic mistakes.“Focus,” Nora said sharply to the group she was leading. “Your lives depend on getting this right.”“Maybe if the instructors were on the same page, the students would be too,” muttered Jessica under her breath.I shot her a warning look, but the damage was done. The comment rippled through the group, and suddenly everyone was walking on eggshells, afraid to make noise that might trigger whatever conflict t