All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Nick’s POV“Sir, we need your decision on the border patrol schedules.”Kane stood at attention in Dominic’s office, but his eyes were on me instead of the Alpha slumped behind the desk. Third time this week pack members had bypassed Dominic entirely.“What do you think, Nick?” Dominic asked without looking up from the window. He’d been staring outside for twenty minutes, lost in whatever mess he’d made of his personal life.“Increase the eastern rotation by two hours,” I said smoothly. “Decrease the western posts by one. Intelligence suggests more activity to the east.”“Done.” Kane nodded at me, not Dominic. “Anything else?”“That’ll be all.”Kane left, and I returned to my paperwork. Running Darkwood Pack had become easier than I’d expected. Members trusted my steady decisions over Dominic’s emotional disasters. They brought me problems, asked for my guidance, looked to me for leadership.Exactly as the Rogue King had planned.His words from our last meeting echoed in my mind: “Crea

Julian’s POVThe parking area behind the Council building was empty except for our two vehicles. Dominic had followed me outside, fury visible in every line of his body.“You don’t get to lecture me about leadership in front of other Alphas,” he snarled, advancing like a predator closing in for the kill.I held my ground despite knowing he could seriously injure me if this turned physical. “Someone has to when your decisions get people hurt.”“Someone has to?” His voice rose dangerously. “Who made you the authority? Who gave you the right to humiliate an Alpha publicly?”“Three of your people are in the hospital,” I replied calmly, though my enhanced senses were picking up the dangerous pheromones rolling off him. Rage, territorial aggression, the chemical signals of a dominant wolf pushed past his breaking point. “That gives me the right to point out what went wrong.”“What went wrong is you. Interfering in my life, my family, my territory.” He stepped closer, hands clenched into fist

Dominic’s POVThe arena filled before dawn. Word had spread through every territory—two respected leaders settling their rivalry the old way, blood and bone.I stood in the preparation area, stripping off my shirt as pack members took their seats in the wooden bleachers. My chest showed scars from years of fights and challenges that came with being an Alpha.Each mark told a story. The long slash across my ribs from the border war eight years back. The puncture wound near my shoulder from the young hothead who thought he could take my place. The burn mark on my forearm from a silver blade wielded by someone who’d underestimated how fast I could move.“Nervous?” My Beta asked, helping me wrap my hands.“No.” I rolled my shoulders, feeling muscles bunch and release. “This needed to happen.”Across the arena, Julian was going through his own preparations. Without his shirt, he looked different than I’d expected. Lean muscle, yes, but more substantial than his clothes suggested. Scars of h

Penelope’s POVI stood at the edge of the tent, watching both men receive treatment for the damage their male pride had wrought. Dominic sat on a bench getting his knuckles wrapped while Julian lay on a cot with bandages covering half his face.The tent was still packed. Hundreds of pack members lingering, discussing the fight, placing bets on what would happen next.Like this was entertainment instead of two grown men nearly killing each other over me.Enough.I climbed onto the central platform. Conversations died as people noticed me standing there, attention shifting from the fighters to the woman they’d been fighting over.“Look at this,” I called out. “Look at what happened here today.”Every eye was on me now. The medical staff paused their work. Both men turned to see what I was doing.“Two grown leaders destroying each other because they think I’m a prize to be won through violence.” I gestured toward the medical area. “Blood spilled, bones broken, all because neither of them

Penelope’s POVThe butterfly kite twisted in the wind above our front yard, its purple wings fluttering against the blue sky. Dominic held the string tight while Debbie jumped beside him, clapping her hands.“Higher, Daddy! Make it go higher!”I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face. Three days since that horrible duel, and here he was again.The picnic basket sat open on our porch steps—sandwiches cut into triangles, strawberries still cold from the store, lemonade.My heart hammered when he looked over at me. That grin. God, that grin used to make my knees weak, and apparently it still did.“For Debbie,” I whispered to myself. This was all for Debbie, but the lie tasted sour in my mouth.Watching him now, crouched down to Debbie’s level as he showed her how to control the kite’s movements, I couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through my chest.This was the father Debbie deserved. The father I’d always hoped he could be.“Watch me, Mommy!” Debbie called out. “I’m making it