All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Dominic’s POVI stood in the Council building’s marble corridor. The witness recess had scattered pack representatives throughout the building, their heated conversations creating speculation about Kelsey’s testimony.“Dominic.”I turned to find Penelope’s father approaching, his jaw set and his eyes furious. Other Alphas moved aside as he strode toward me.“Nathan.”“You know what I just realized?” Nathan stopped directly in front of me. “My daughter gave birth to your child alone in the woods. Bleeding, terrified, with no one to help her.”“Nathan—”“While you moved on with someone new. How long did you wait, Dominic? A week? A month?”“That’s not—”“Ah, of course, you were with that woman before Penelope even left your territory. And now that same woman is destroying my daughter’s life with lies, and you’re defending her because she warms your bed and takes care of your son. Do you even care that Penelope nearly died giving birth to Debbie? That she was alone and scared because you

Penelope’s POVThe defendant’s chair felt like a throne built for execution. I sat rigid while Elder Francis reviewed the ceremonial scroll that held my fate, his ancient fingers tracing words that would determine the rest of my life.The Council chamber was packed beyond capacity. Every territorial delegation had sent representatives.Reporters filled their section, cameras ready to capture the moment justice was served. Pack members lined the galleries, their faces showing everything from sympathy to bloodlust.Dad sat in the Iron Mountain delegation, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. Mom pressed tissues to her eyes, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She’d aged decades during this trial, watching her daughter face death for a crime I didn’t commit.Julian remained directly behind me, his presence the only steady thing in my crumbling world. He’d fought harder for my innocence than anyone, believing in me when almost everyone else had turned away.“Breathe,

Dominic’s POVThe rear exit doors exploded open as I crashed through them, stone and metal shrieking against each other. The sunlight hit my eyes like daggers after the chamber’s torchlight, but I didn’t slow down.There—fifty yards across the courtyard—an armored transport vehicle idled near the detention loading dock. Pack guards surrounded it, their weapons visible but not yet drawn.The vehicle’s doors had just slammed shut.“Stop!” I roared across the courtyard, my voice carrying over engine noise and guard conversations. “She’s innocent! Both earrings were intact after my mother died!”Every guard turned toward me. Hands moved to weapons as the crazed Alpha barreled toward their prisoner. Through the transport’s bulletproof windows, I caught a glimpse of red hair—Penelope’s pale face pressed against reinforced glass.She stared at me with exhausted disbelief, her lips moving but no sound reaching through the armored walls.“Sir, stay back!” The lead guard stepped forward, one han

Penelope’s POVMost of the crowd moved toward the Council building for the emergency session, but I found myself in a smaller circle outside the transport. My father stood protectively beside me while Julian gathered legal documents. Dominic remained too, his hands hanging at his sides.“We should go inside,” Julian said gently. “The session will begin soon.”“Not yet,” I said, my voice cracking. “I need to say something first.”Dominic stepped forward hopefully. “Penelope—”“No.” The word came out sharp as a blade. “You don’t get to speak first. You don’t get to apologize and make this about your guilt.”Nathan crossed his arms, his face hard. “My daughter has every right to be heard after what you put her through.”“I know,” Dominic said quietly. “I know I don’t deserve—”“You don’t deserve anything from me,” I interrupted, months of suppressed fury finally breaking free. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? What your hatred cost?”Julian moved closer, sensing the breakdown comi

Penelope’s POVSilver bit into my wrists as the guards hauled me back through those massive doors. Every step sent lightning up my arms, but I kept my spine straight. The packed chamber turned toward me like wolves scenting blood—territorial leaders craning their necks, reporters raising cameras, pack members whispering behind their hands.Why was the convicted killer back?Elder Francis stood behind his carved bench, ceremonial staff in hand, looking older than the mountains themselves. Deep lines carved his face, and his robes hung loose on his ancient frame.He struck marble with his staff.“We reconvene to hear new testimony regarding Alpha Female Penelope Moon’s conviction.”The chamber detonated.Voices erupted from every direction—angry shouts, confused questions, demands for explanations. Pack representatives abandoned their seats, surging toward the center aisle like a dam had burst. The careful order of werewolf politics collapsed into something wild and primal.“This is unpr