All Chapters of ALPHA, I'll BE YOUR REGRET: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

BRIDGETThe Moonstone pendant Velmara had given Nich was a shield. The reason he survived the day Zade ordered him to hold the Crystal, his cursed family heirloom. Gabe said that the Crystal was infused with magic so dark that no ordinary wolf could even touch it without agony, without being torn from the inside out. I hadn’t even known Zade had asked Nich to hold it until Gabe told me just now.Night had sunk into its deepest hour as Gabe and I began the climb—Hemlock Pack’s castle—Zade’s residence—wrapped in stillness. Velmara had been right: Zade had taken nearly all his forces with him to Ashwood. The halls felt hollow, echoing with absence, as though the castle itself had been drained of life.Zade has fewer guards than I expected.That, somehow, unsettled me more.“Why didn’t he take you with him?” I asked as we climbed yet another narrow step of the spiral staircase. “You’re his Beta.”Gabe didn’t look back. “So he could be sure you and Nich wouldn’t escape.”I watched the bro

3rd Person's POVThe white wolf stood at the heart of the battlefield, her fur blazing with a brilliance so fierce it rivaled the sun itself. Light spilled from her form in waves, devouring shadow, forcing the world to avert its gaze. Where that radiance touched the lesser abominations Zade had created, they did not merely fall—they unraveled, bursting into nothingness as though they had never existed at all.Power thrummed beneath Tessa’s skin, ancient and volatile. She had held it back for so long she no longer remembered when restraint had first become instinct. Right now, the control felt thinner and frayed at the edges. And seeing Frederick bloodied, broken, unmoving, nearly shattered what little balance she had left.For a heartbeat, the world trembled.She lowered her head and nudged her mate’s raven-black fur. The scent of blood and ash clung to him, yet beneath it lingered the familiar warmth of him—the deep, masculine note of woods that had always anchored her.'You will be

ATLASI reached the field too late.What had once been the eastern stretch of Ashwood now looked as though the land itself had been punished—flattened, scorched, reduced to a blackened scar. Grass lay burned to ash, trees stood skeletal and smoking, and the stench of charred earth clung to the air. Moments ago, Zade’s creatures had swarmed this place. Now, there was nothing left of them.I turned slowly, my gaze sweeping the devastation, my chest tight with a growing dread.Zade was gone.“Stella!” I spun toward the soundless field, panic surging as I rushed forward. “Stella!"She stood amid the ruin, small and shaken but on her feet. I dropped to my knees and gripped her shoulders, forcing myself to breathe as I searched her face for injuries. "Are you alright?"She nodded quickly.Tears streaked down her cheeks, and shallow cuts marked her skin, but beneath the dirt and blood, she was unharmed. Relief hit me so hard my hands trembled.“What happened here?” I asked, my voice rough

GABRIELThe river only showed its teeth near Zade’s castle. Here, deeper in the forest, it flowed calmly, a smooth ribbon of water gliding past moss-slick boulders and low branches that clawed toward the surface. Along the banks, debris had collected—driftwood, stones, and snarled roots—natural snares waiting to trap anything unlucky enough to drift too close.Anything small could slip past unnoticed. A body of our size could not.Had Velmara been carried away by the current, unlike us, who had been dragged to the edge and trapped by the shoreline? Had she been swept farther downstream, beyond our reach?“Gabe.” A sudden voice came from behind me.I turned. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “You left Nich alone?”“I thought that…” Bridget hesitated, color blooming in her cheeks, embarrassment she couldn’t quite hide. “I thought you were leaving us. I saw you slip away quietly and I couldn’t stop myself from following you.”I exhaled, long and slow, then stepped closer.“You think

BRIDGETBy the time the sun climbed higher into the sky, my body finally felt less broken. Yesterday when I first opened my eyes, it had been as though I’d shattered into pieces—numb, frozen, pain radiating through every limb.Gabe helped me piece together my memories of what had happened, how the explosion tore through the castle, how the river’s current swallowed us whole, how we were dragged, battered, and carried far from where we should have died.Even now, it all felt unreal. More unreal still was the fact that the three of us had survived.Nicholas was fine—miraculously so—and that was what mattered most. By morning, he was brimming with energy, his laughter echoing softly through the trees, as if he remembered nothing of yesterday’s terror. Instead, he marveled at the forest around us, wide-eyed and curious, tracing shapes into the dirt with a stick as though this were nothing more than an adventure.Once we were certain he would be fine, Gabe and I left him and moved toward