All Chapters of ALPHA, I'll BE YOUR REGRET: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

3rd Person's POVWhen Tessa woke, Stella was still asleep, curled warmly against her side. The sight rooted Tessa in place. For a long moment, she simply lay there, watching the gentle rise and fall of her daughter’s chest, memorizing the softness of her tiny face as if she could etch it into her soul. A fierce, aching tenderness bloomed in her chest—one that made her want to stay like this forever, to steal just a little more time, then more after that. There would never be enough.But the world did not pause for her longing.Reluctantly, Tessa eased herself out of bed, careful not to disturb Stella. She bathed in silence, letting the water wash away the stiffness of sleep but not the worry clinging to her thoughts. Before leaving, she instructed the Omegas to tend to Stella when she woke, then made her way down the corridor, until she reached Frederick’s chamber.The moment she entered, her breath caught.Frederick lay where he had been since yesterday, still unconscious and unmov

FREDERICKAt last, they were gone.The doctors. The healers. The endless procession of white robes and murmured consultations had hovered around my bed like a restless swarm of bees. I was grateful—truly. Their hands had pulled me back from the edge, stitched me together piece by piece. But another minute of their low voices and solemn nods and my skull might have split open.Irene noticed before I said a word. “That’s enough for now,” she told them firmly, ushering them toward the door. “His condition is stable. You can return tonight or tomorrow.”The room finally fell quiet.When I shifted, pain answered immediately: a dull, persistent ache beneath layers of bandages, stiffness locking my limbs in place, numbness creeping where it shouldn’t. And yet beneath all of it, I felt alive. Light-headed, yes. But alive.“Thank you, Irene,” I said softly. “And you may go too. I’m fine now. Truly.”"But," She hesitated, studying my face as if weighing my words against what she saw. “Alright

ATLAS“Hemlock Pack territory, Alpha, Luna,” a warrior reported to Frederick. “We’ve crossed into Zade’s land.”The moment the words left his mouth, I understood the unease that had been gnawing at me.I scanned our surroundings, my instincts finally finding their answer. No wonder something had felt wrong. This land was wrapped in an oppressive presence—thick, suffocating, almost sentient. The North had always been cold, but cold alone didn’t explain this. The soil here wasn’t barren by nature; it felt drained, as though life itself had been leeched from it.The trees stood stripped and skeletal, their leaves long gone, blackened branches clawing at the gray sky like the fingers of a colossal corpse clawing its way out of the earth.Too quiet.There were no sentries. No patrols. Not even the faint trace of watchful eyes—something so unnatural that even Frederick and I would have sensed it had we crossed another pack’s borders.This wasn’t the territory of a living pack.It felt like

BRIDGET“No Nich. We can't trust them." I knelt and cupped his face in both hands, my thumbs brushing over his warm cheeks as I searched his eyes for fear, for confusion—anything that told me he understood the danger we were in.Children were easy prey. Their innocence made them pliable, blind to malice dressed as kindness. I knew exactly what the Rogues were doing. They’d sensed it—Nich wasn’t an ordinary child. He carried the blood of an Alpha. And now they were keeping him as leverage, a bargaining chip for a reward they would name later.“We’re leaving,” I said, scooping him into my arms before he could argue.“But Auntie-"“We have to go,” I cut in, already turning toward the door.“No!” He struggled suddenly, twisting hard enough that I was forced to set him back on his feet. “What about Uncle Gabe? He’s still here!”My heart clenched painfully.“That’s why we can’t stay,” I said, lowering myself to his level again. “They’re bad people, Nich. They’re holding Gabe to control us.

ATLASThe moment I crossed the border and stepped into Ashwood Pack territory, it felt as if every burden, every thread of grief and exhaustion I had carried through the long journey, came crashing down on me all at once.I was home.And as if the land itself had grown tired of my pretending, it demanded I strip away the mask I had worn since Hemlock Castle. The very air here pressed against my chest, commanding me to break—to howl, to mourn, to drown in tears and agony. There was no room for numbness in Ashwood. No space to hide from the truth.A line of warriors stood in formation on either side of the path. Their heads were bowed, shoulders squared in silent respect. These were my companions—my brothers and sisters in training, in missions, in blood and battle. Now they watched as I walked past them, carrying my mate’s lifeless body in my arms.Their pity burned worse than any wound.Someone stepped forward at last, resting a firm, familiar hand on my shoulder.“Welcome home,” he s