All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Kelsey’s POVStone pressed against my spine as Dominic advanced. His scent had changed completely—no longer the grieving man I’d comforted for months, but pure fury ready to tear me apart. The transformation terrified me more than any physical threat.“You’re jumping to conclusions,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady despite terror clawing at my throat. “I made some errors in my testimony because of trauma—”“Errors?”My wolf whimpered deep in my chest, cowering from his dominance like a beaten animal. His Alpha blood pressed against my mind like a weight I couldn’t escape. The power demanded truth, commanded submission, made resistance feel impossible.But truth meant losing everything.My world was crumbling. Months of lies, manipulation, playing the perfect partner—all of it falling apart under his relentless questioning about that damn earring.“I can’t take this anymore!” I sobbed, letting tears flow freely down my face. “You’re attacking me when I’m already falling apart!”

Dominic’s POVNick stood framed in the doorway, his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon. His security training was evident in how quickly he assessed the situation—me with my hands around Kelsey’s throat, her semi-conscious form hanging against the stone wall, the baby crying upstairs.“Let her go, Dominic. Right now.”“She committed perjury,” I growled, not loosening my grip.“I know what she did.” He stepped forward, controlled and non-threatening. “But this isn’t the way to handle it.”“She deserves to die.”“Maybe she does. But not like this.” Nick moved closer. “Alexander is upstairs. You want him to grow up knowing his father strangled his mother to death in their own home?”Kelsey made a strangled sound, her eyes fluttering open. Air rushed back into her lungs as my grip loosened slightly. She gasped desperately, her whole body shaking.“She tried to kill Debbie. Planted false evidence against Penelope,” I said, my voice rough with emotion.“Then let the Council deal with her

Kelsey’s POVThe pack house door closed behind Dominic. His final words to me still echoed through the empty hall: “Don’t. Don’t speak to me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe too loudly.”My legs gave out completely. I landed hard on the cold marble floor with a thud that sent pain shooting up my spine. My throat burned where his fingers had nearly crushed my windpipe, each swallow feeling like razors dragging down my throat.The bruises were already forming—dark purple evidence of how close I’d come to death in my own home.Nick stood across the hall, watching me with an expression I’d never seen before.Gone was the helpful security advisor, the man who’d coached me through what I’d say to Dominic while he was in the nursery and promised to protect my secrets.“Well,” he said quietly. “That was closer than I expected.”“Thank you,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “You saved my life. If you hadn’t arrived when you did—”“If I hadn’t arrived when I did, what?” he interrupted,

Penelope’s POVThe Council chamber before me was packed with every Alpha, delegation representative, and journalist they could squeeze between the ancient stone walls. I straightened my spine despite trembling legs, my red dress feeling too bright under hundreds of staring eyes.Elder Francis struck his ceremonial staff against marble, silencing every murmur.“This emergency session will address grievous errors in our justice system,” he announced. “The Council acknowledges a terrible miscarriage of justice has occurred.”Dad squeezed my arm beside me, his fingers steadying me as Francis continued.“Based on forensic evidence and a new testimony, we officially declare Luna Sophia’s death an accident resulting from structural failure.”The crowd erupted—some voices shouting approval, others arguing against the reversal. Francis banged his staff repeatedly until silence returned.“Furthermore, evidence confirms deliberate tampering at the crime scene and willful perjury during trial proc

Dominic’s POVI slammed the front door harder than necessary, shaking the hinges as I returned from another sixteen-hour patrol. Three days since Kelsey’s sentencing, and the packhouse felt like foreign territory—hostile and uncomfortable despite being my ancestral home.Guards nodded respectfully as I passed. They weren’t just monitoring Kelsey’s house arrest; they were protecting me from murdering her in her sleep.The eastern wing light still burned despite the late hour. Kelsey moved through those rooms like a ghost—present but not participating in household life. Alexander’s cries came from the nursery upstairs, a sound that normally drew me immediately.Tonight, Nick’s voice answered just as I made my way to the nursery.“There’s my little prince,” he crooned, his tone paternal and comfortable. “I’ve got you.”I froze at the bottom of the stairs, listening. Nick spent increasing time here, ostensibly upgrading security systems for Kelsey’s monitoring but spending suspicious amoun