All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Return of the Rejected Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Penelope’s POVDominic shoved the overturned medical cart aside, its wheels screeching against the hospital floor. Bottles and gauze scattered everywhere as he prepared to chase whoever had just tried to murder us with wolfsbane.“Don’t,” Dominic said sharply. “She’s already gone.”He stood blocking the doorway, his chest heaving from exertion. A thin scratch ran along his forearm where the needle had grazed him, small beads of blood forming along the shallow cut.“This was the same group,” I said, staring at the chaos around us. “The same people who attacked us at the restaurant.”The broken syringe lay in pieces near my feet, its contents spreading across the floor in a deadly puddle. Where the liquid touched the linoleum tiles, it left small burn marks, the material dissolving with a quiet hissing sound that made my stomach turn.“Concentrated wolfsbane,” Dominic said grimly, crouching down to examine the damage without getting too close. “Enough to kill three adult wolves.”I wrapp

Penelope’s POVDad stared at me with deep concern. “What exactly do you mean when you say Edward seems ‘strange’? He’s always appeared perfectly normal to me.”I glanced around nervously to ensure our conversation remained private. The Hendersons were still dealing with their twin boys who had discovered a particularly appealing mud puddle behind the playground equipment, and the elderly Cranes seemed absorbed in discussion about the upcoming harvest festival with their neighbors.“Edward keeps bringing up my Moon Goddess bloodline obsessively,” I said quietly, leaning closer to Dad so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Every single conversation, no matter how it starts, somehow circles back to awakening my power, accessing my heritage, completing the awakening ritual. It’s like he can’t think about anything else.”“That’s perfectly understandable,” Dad replied, waving his hand dismissively. “He’s marrying into one of the oldest and most powerful pack bloodlines in the territory. Naturally he’d

Penelope’s POVI held Debbie close as the medical team surrounded us in the makeshift triage area they’d set up on the undamaged section of lawn.“Can you tell us exactly what you felt about that man?” Dr. Morris asked Debbie gently. He was our pack’s head physician, a kind older wolf with silver hair and a calming presence.Debbie looked up at him seriously, her green eyes wide but unafraid. “His insides were all wobbly and wrong,” she said matter-of-factly. “Like when you shake a jar of water really hard and it sloshes around, but inside his chest, it was angry and scary.”“Wobbly?” Dr. Morris repeated, scribbling notes on his clipboard.“The bad man had broken feelings inside him,” Debbie continued, fidgeting in my lap. “Like something was making him hurt himself. It smelled sharp and mean, like the medicine that made me sick at the hospital.”Dr. Morris exchanged a meaningful look with his assistant, then turned to me. “I’d like to run some tests on Debbie, just to make sure she

Edward’s POVI stood under the hot spray of Penelope’s guest bathroom shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and grime from hours of labor at the lake. The work had been satisfying in more ways than one—not only had I helped clean the sacred site, but I’d also ensured no traces of my previous sabotage remained.Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror. My reflection stared back—handsome, trustworthy Edward with his amber eyes and charming smile, hiding what lay behind his skin.From my coat pocket, I retrieved a small glass jar filled with silvery ointment. The label read “Moonveil Ointment” in elegant script, though most wolves had never heard of such a thing. It was a Rogue creation, designed specifically to mask supernatural scents.I twisted the lid open forcefully, my jaw clenching as I remembered Debbie’s innocent but devastating observation. “Uncle Edward smells bad.” The child’s enhanced senses were becoming a serious

Kelsey’s POV“Bring everything inside,” I instructed the young maid who stood nervously in the hallway with my suitcases.“Yes, ma’am,” she replied quickly.I stood in the doorway of Dominic’s bedroom, taking in every detail of the space I’d dreamed about for years. This room had once belonged to Penelope. I ran my fingers along the vanity table, imagining Penelope doing the same thing years ago.She’d slept in this bed, used this bathroom, looked out these windows, but those days were over forever. Now this was my domain.Finally, I was where I belonged.Not as a guest, not as Dominic’s occasional companion, but as the future Luna of this pack. The woman who would bear his children and stand beside him as his equal.Dominic’s parents had been surprisingly supportive once they accepted the reality of my pregnancy. His mother, Luna Sophia, had immediately arranged for the best pack doctors to monitor my condition. His father had insisted I move into the main house where I could be prope