All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Dominic’s POVThree days had passed since the strategy room confrontation and I still couldn’t get Penelope’s words out of my head.The council chamber filled with territorial representatives as I entered with reports about breakthrough mutation countermeasures my scientists had developed. Conversations stopped when Penelope walked through the massive oak doors.Her commanding presence drew every eye in the room despite the politics and power plays that usually dominated these meetings. She wore formal military dress that emphasized her authority while highlighting curves I remembered too well.The Elder called the session to order, but I barely heard his opening remarks. My attention remained fixed on Penelope as she took her position at the table, her red hair flowing.“Alpha Dominic will present his research findings,” the Elder announced.I stood, pulling out documents that represented months of scientific work. “My team has identified specific weaknesses in the mutation process th

Kelsey’s POVI walked through Darkwood packhouse corridors. Three months of house arrest had transformed my life into a prison of luxury—beautiful rooms, excellent food, and constant surveillance disguised as protection.Guards nodded respectfully as I passed, but their eyes tracked my every movement. No privacy, no freedom, no life beyond these walls that had once felt like home.The only joy in my isolated existence came from brief permitted visits with Alexander. I climbed the stairs to the nursery, my heart lightening for the first time all day.“Hello, my beautiful boy,” I whispered, lifting him from his crib.Alexander smiled up at me, his tiny fingers grasping at my hair. For these precious moments, nothing else mattered—not my crimes, not my punishment, not the future I’d destroyed through jealousy and lies.“Mama loves you,” I murmured against his soft cheek. “Whatever happens, remember that mama loves you more than anything.”The nursery door opened behind me. I turned, expec

Penelope’s POVThe Iron Mountain packhouse lay silent as I returned well past midnight, every window dark except the security lights. The strategy session had run late, followed by an encounter with Dominic that left me physically exhausted but mentally wired.I climbed the stairs quietly, checking on Debbie first. She slept peacefully in her room, red curls spread across her pillow, clutching the stuffed wolf Dominic had given her months ago.My private quarters felt like sanctuary after hours of forced professionalism.I kicked off my boots and pulled tactical reports from my briefcase, determined to focus on work instead of the memories burning through my system.But concentration proved impossible.Every line of text blurred as my mind replayed Dominic’s hands on my body, the way we’d moved together in the armory.The physical relationship we’d developed left me conflicted—my body craved him while my mind warned against trusting him again.I abandoned the reports and retreated to m

Julian’s POVThe forest path crunched beneath my boots as I returned from another intelligence gathering mission at the Rogue compound. My wolf form had carried me swiftly through the darkness, but shifting back to human hadn’t eased the restlessness burning in my chest.I paused at the edge of Iron Mountain territory, where light spilled from Penelope’s training facility’s windows. A late meeting, probably about border defenses or supply shortages. Nothing unusual there.Then I saw them.Dominic emerged first from the side entrance, his shirt wrinkled and hair disheveled. Even from this distance, I could smell Penelope’s scent clinging to his clothes—not the faint traces of meetings, but the unmistakable evidence of intimate contact.Penelope appeared moments later, adjusting her uniform jacket. Her lips looked swollen, her face flushed. She said something to Dominic that I couldn’t hear, but his response made her step back sharply.They separated without touching, walking toward diff

Julian’s POVLeonardo’s shop occupied a narrow building in the neutral zone, squeezed between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. Neon signs cast colored light across the pavement as I approached the back entrance.The door opened before I could knock.“Punctual,” Leonardo grunted, stepping aside to let me enter. “Good trait for someone playing with death.”His workshop smelled of metal shavings and chemical residue. Shelves lined the walls with silver weapons, enhancement drugs, and ritual components that human society pretended didn’t exist.“Your order’s ready,” he said, leading me to a workbench where three packages waited. “Silver needles forged during the last eclipse. Pain compounds tested on volunteers who actually survived. Lunar herbs grown in soil that’s seen enough Alpha blood to qualify as sacred.”I examined each package carefully. They had warnings printed on them in multiple languages.“Dosage instructions are included,” Leonardo continued. “Follow them exactly, or you’ll