All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Nick’s POVThe underground chamber felt different tonight. Colder somehow, despite the torches burning in their iron brackets. I descended the stone steps, trying to catch the voices drifting up from below.The Rogue King sat at his usual place at the head of the scarred wooden table, his lieutenants arranged around him like pieces on a chess board. Their faces turned toward me as I entered, expressions ranging from respectful to curious.“Nicholas,” the Rogue King said, gesturing to the empty chair at his right hand. “Perfect timing. We were just discussing next week’s operations.”I settled into my seat, pulling out the folded papers I’d taken from Dominic’s office that morning. Intelligence gathered during coffee and casual conversation, information shared because he trusted me completely.“Darkwood Pack is restructuring their eastern border patrols,” I began, spreading the documents across the table. “Everything you need to plan around their defenses.”A soldier leaned forward, stu

Dominic’s POVThe sound of Debbie’s laughter drifted down the hallway as I climbed the stairs toward the nursery. She’d been spending more time here lately, eager for these afternoon visits with Alexander and Kelsey.Too eager, maybe.Kelsey’s voice, soft and understanding. Debbie’s voice, younger and more emotional than usual.“…and sometimes I wonder if she even remembers I exist,” Debbie was saying.I stopped outside the door. Through the crack, I could see Debbie sitting in the small chair beside Kelsey, carefully holding Alexander’s bottle while he fed.“That must feel awful, sweetie.” Kelsey’s voice held just the right amount of sympathy. “When parents get so caught up in their work that they forget about the people who need them most.”“It does feel awful. Like I’m not important enough for her to notice.”My hands clenched into fists. What the hell was Kelsey doing?“You are important, Debbie. You’re the most important thing in the world. Any real mother would know that.” Kelsey

The Rogue King’s POVThe stench of blood filled my underground chamber like rotting meat. Bodies of my fighters had been returned under cover of darkness—seventeen corpses. Another perfect operation turned into a massacre by that phantom bastard.“Tell me again,” I snarled at Larry, the only survivor from the eastern settlement raid. His left arm hung in a makeshift sling, blood seeping through dirty bandages. “Every detail about what you saw.”“He came from nowhere, sir.” Larry’s voice shook. “One second the civilians were running like we planned, the next second Riley and Davis were down with their throats cut.”“How did he move?”“Fast. Faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. Like he knew exactly where we’d be before we got there.”I slammed my fist into the concrete wall, feeling skin split against rough stone. Blood dripped down my knuckles, but the pain felt good. Real. Unlike the ghost that was making me look like a fool.“Three operations!” I roared at the assembled lieutenants who

Julian’s POVI should have known something was wrong the moment I saw the attack formation. Three weeks of intelligence gathering, and the Rogues had never moved like this before—too patient, like predators waiting for specific prey.“Get to the communications bunker!” Ryan shouted over the explosions. “We need intel on their movements!”I nodded and sprinted toward the bunker, but my gut was screaming warnings. The enemy wasn’t pushing hard enough. They were holding back, waiting for something.Waiting for someone.I slipped around the back of the building and into the forest where I’d hidden my gear. My hands shook as I pulled on the black cloak. Every instinct told me to stay Julian, to keep my head down and survive this battle as just a spy.But people were dying out there. And they needed their mysterious guardian.The moment I stepped out of the trees wearing the mask, I knew I’d walked into hell.“Target acquired, sector seven!”My blood turned cold. They weren’t calling out ene

Dominic’s POVThe smell hit me first—blood and smoke and something else that made my wolf howl with rage. I jumped out of my truck before it fully stopped, boots hitting pavement as I ran toward the cluster of medics surrounding a broken body in the courtyard.Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes I’d been stuck in a Council budget meeting while assassins tried to murder the mother of my child.“Where the hell were you?” The words ripped out of me before I could stop them.Penelope looked up from the stretcher where they were stabilizing her leg. Her face was pale, streaked with dust and dried blood, but her green eyes still had fire in them.“Getting shot at,” she said dryly. “Sorry to interrupt your important pack business.”The medic glanced between us. “Sir, she needs to get to the medical facility immediately. Compound fracture of the left tibia, possible internal bleeding—”“I’m fine,” Penelope interrupted, trying to sit up and wincing when the movement sent pain across her face. “Just