All Chapters of ALPHA, I'll BE YOUR REGRET: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

BRIDGET“Was Papa mad at me?”The small, broken sound of Nicholas’s voice struck straight through my chest.I crouched in front of him, my hands settling gently on his shoulders. His chin trembled as he tried to keep himself together, but tears gathered anyway, bright and unmistakable in his sky-blue eyes.“I didn’t hurt Stella,” he whispered. “I swear.”“I know,” I said softly. “We know, good boy. You would never do something like that. No one thought you did.”“Then why didn’t Papa let me in?” His voice cracked on the last word.The question lingered painfully between us.Once we’d returned to the mansion, Frederick’s fury had swept through the halls like a storm front. He’d barked orders the moment we crossed the threshold, demanding a doctor be summoned immediately. His aura was enough to make the entire estate stiffen in obedience.The doctor arrived within minutes and was ushered straight into Stella’s room. Only Frederick and Irene were allowed inside. I’d been told to take Nic

BRIDGETThree days remained until the twins turned five. Once, their birthdays had been the brightest days of the year for me, now the approaching date felt like a slow drumbeat of dread. No matter how hard I tried, the anxiety clung to me.I sat beside Stella’s bed as her lashes fluttered and her small eyes slowly opened.“Auntie?” she murmured, rubbing at her face.“How are you feeling, little one?” I asked, forcing my voice into calmness despite the worry coiled tight in my chest.“I’m fine.” She blinked up at me, eyes bright and curious. “I just woke up. Why do you look so worried?”Relief washed over me—she didn’t remember last night. Perhaps her mind had shielded her from the terror of it, and for that, I was grateful. “Where’s Papa? And Nicholas?” she asked, glancing around the room.“They stepped out for a bit,” I said gently. “To visit your mama.”Stella’s lips pushed into a pout immediately. “Why didn’t they wait for me? I wanted to go too!"“Shhh.” I gathered her into my a

BRIDGETThree days passed. The Rogues kidnap attempt had plunged the Pack into a constant state of unease. Frederick’s rule tightened almost overnight—guards doubled, borders sealed, trust rationed like a scarce resource. What was meant to be a quiet, family-only celebration for the twins’ birthday was cancelled without hesitation.The twins took it hard.Nicholas asked about it endlessly, Stella cried for an entire day, her small body shaking with sobs as she asked why Frederick did that. Watching them unravel like that hollowed something inside all of us. I told myself that one day they would understand—that this was done to protect them—but the thought offered little comfort in the moment.That same night, Frederick summoned us for an emergency meeting.There was no softness left in his voice as he laid out what needed to be done. The Pack would be sealed completely. Stella and Tessa would remain within the territory at all costs while every possible avenue to bring Tessa back was

BRIDGETBy dusk, we had finally arrived at the last train station, and with that, the remainder of our journey would have to be undertaken on foot. I watch as the sun slips behind the distant hills, leaving the world drenched in shadows. Now the night wind swept through the open land, cutting through the exhaustion clinging to my bones as I tightened my hold on sleeping, Nicholas.“Let me carry him, Miss Fox,” Remus said quietly from behind me, falling into step. “No. Just keep moving. And stay alert.”He hesitated. “But it's still at least a full day and night before we reach Wildroot territory. You look like you’re about to collapse.”“Then we stop,” Kirk cut in from ahead. “We make camp tonight or we won’t make it at all.”For once, I didn’t argue. I veered off the road and toward the woodland.The woods here were different—less crowded, the trees spaced evenly apart as if nature itself had planned for travelers to pass through. We weren’t taking any official route between pack

BRIDGETThe world returned in fragments. Firelight bled through my eyelids first, followed by the dull, nauseating throb in my skull. I groaned and forced myself upright.I was in a hut. Rough wooden walls, damp with age, closed in around me. The air smelled of wet timber, moss, and the faint scent of old smoke. A single torch burned along the wall, its flame hissing softly, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor.“N-Nicholas…” My voice came out raw, panic clawing its way up my throat. “Nicholas!”“Sshh.” He was suddenly there.Gabe emerged from the shadows and sat on the edge of the bed as if he’d been waiting all along. Five years. His face was the same, devastatingly familiar, but harder now. His eyes held exhaustion I've never seen before.“He’s asleep,” Gabe murmured, gesturing toward the smaller bed across the room. “There.”Nicholas lay curled beneath a thin blanket, his chest rising and falling steadily. “You…” My thoughts tangled as I stared at him. “Where the h