All Chapters of ALPHA, I'll BE YOUR REGRET: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

3rd Person's POVAt Atlas’s words, the last thing Bridget caught was the sharp flicker of something feral in Gabe’s eyes.'Run!'The scream rang in her head before she could stop it. She didn’t even know who it was meant for—herself, or Gabe.She wanted him gone before the warriors could move. Before her own brother could lay hands on him.And to her overwhelming relief, Gabe understood.He moved instantly.In the space of a single heartbeat, his body twisted and shifted, bones cracking as his massive dark-brown wolf burst forth. Then he was gone, vanishing into the forest, swallowed by shadow and undergrowth as if the night itself had claimed him.“Orders, Beta?” a warrior called out.“Hold,” Atlas said sharply.Relief flooded Bridget’s chest, until Atlas raised his hand.A guard stepped forward without hesitation, placing something heavy and cold into his palm. Moonlight caught the gleam of silver at the gun’s tip as Atlas lifted the weapon, its size and weight terrifying in his gr

BRIDGETDays had bled into weeks, and weeks into months. The chill of early winter swept through Ashwood Pack, crisp and biting, even though snow had yet to blanket the land. It had been three months since I made the choice to stay here and though the heavy weight in my chest hadn’t completely lifted, each passing day brought a little more ease, a little more hope.“Tessa, what are you doing out here? It’s freezing,” I called, hurrying toward my sister.We spent the day picking out baby supplies, then treated ourselves to hot chocolates. I had told Tessa to wait in the car while I went inside to collect our order, yet now she stood there, her eyes fixed on the open expanse before us.Below, the river rippled silently, reflecting the fading afternoon light.“It’s dangerous,” I said, tugging her hand gently back and draping my shawl around her shoulders.“The view is so beautiful from here.”“It is,” I agreed softly. “Would you like to stay and enjoy it for a while?”“Sure. I’ve been st

FREDERICK“She’s going to be fine, Frederick,” Atlas said it for what felt like the thousandth time.Fine. The word meant nothing to me.The moment Bridget’s call had come through, I had abandoned the summit without a second thought. We rode hard through the night, the distance stretching endlessly beneath our feet, my mind trapped in a single name.Tessa.Anxiety gnawed at me with every mile. I should never have left. Never. What kind of fool chooses diplomacy over the woman carrying his children?By the time we reached the mansion, my hands were shaking.The doors opened onto a silence so thick it pressed against my chest. The halls, usually warm, felt eerily dark.“Congratulations, Alpha. Luna has given birth to twins."The voice belonged to my old butler, a man who had served my family since before I could walk. His words should have brought relief. Instead, they landed like ash.Around him, servants and guards lowered their gazes. Shoulders were hunched, faces tight with unspoke

4 years later...BRIDGETSometimes it still startles me how quickly time moves.Months slip quietly into years, and before I realize it, four winters have passed since the night the twins’ first cries shattered the heavy silence of the Alonso mansion. I remember that night as if it were pressed into my bones—the sharp cold, the fear, the hope, and then the sound that changed everything.Those cries have long since given way to laughter.Tiny bundles grew into crawling hands and wobbling steps, and now they race through hallways with unstoppable energy. I paused in my office, my gaze drifting to the framed photograph on my desk. Two chubby-cheeked infants stared back at me.“Tessa,” I whispered, as I did every day, “they’re growing so fast. You gave birth to two angels.”Every night, every morning, I prayed that one day she would hear their voices herself.Dusk had settled by the time I stepped out of the Pack’s Central Quarter, the sky painted in muted gold and violet. The low hum

BRIDGETAfter spending the entire day together, I usually take Nicholas back to my place first. Later, either a driver or Frederick himself would come to pick him up. But as we were just about to settle in, Frederick mind-linked me, he wanted all of us to have dinner together tonight. The moment the thought reached me, my smile blossomed without restraint.I guided Nicholas through his bath and helped him get ready. By now, he was neatly dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark pants. Luckily, I had a small stock of the twins’ clothes in my place, so finding something that fit him perfectly wasn’t a problem.“Remember a few days ago when you asked when we’d have time for something like this again?” I asked as I helped him adjust his collar. “Tonight, we’re all together—you, Stella, your papa, me, and your uncle. So, why the pout?”Nicholas’ brow furrowed slightly, his small hands fiddling with the edge of his shirt.“I have a feeling Papa will scold me later,"I started the car, my f