All Chapters of Alpha’s Regret: Reclaiming His Forsaken Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Thalia’s POV: When I woke up, the scent of herbs filled the room. I was lying on a soft bed, but my head throbbed, and my body felt heavy. I reached for my face, only to find it wrapped tightly in bandages. Memories rushed in — the iron, the fire, Selene’s wild eyes. “No, no, no,” I whimpered, sitting up abruptly. The door creaked open, revealing one of the maids. “You’re awake!” She gasped. “I... I’ll get your father.” I tore the bandages from my face, ignoring the maid’s pleas as I stumbled to the mirror across the room. What stared back at me was a stranger. A hideous scar marred the left side of my face, stretching from my temple to the corner of my mouth. My once flawless skin was ruined. “Who... who is this?.” I whispered, with teary eyes. The door opened again, and this time, my father entered. His cold eyes examined me like I was no longer useful. “You’ll wear a veil from now on,” He said with no trace of sympathy. “We can’t have the Pack lo

Thalia’s POV: The harsh pull of my blanket jolted me awake. My eyes blinked open to see the face of Madam Loriane glaring down at me, her mouth twisted in anger. “Useless girl!” She snapped, yanking the blanket fully off me. “Three girls came to wake you, and you still sleep like the dead!” “I... I’m sorry, Madam,” I stammered, scrambling to sit up. My body ached all over; the nights had been restless lately with my nausea getting worse. “Sorry?” She hissed. “Your sorry won’t clean the Banquet Hall! Move, now!” I didn’t wait to be told again. I threw on my plain gray dress and rushed after her, my heart thudding against my ribs. The corridors were alive with hurried footsteps and loud voices. As I reached the Banquet Hall, the sight stole the breath from my lungs. Long tables were being lined with gleaming silverware and dazzling crystal glasses. Massive chandeliers dripped light onto the marbled floors. Bouquets of blue and white roses were being arranged along the wa

Valerie's POVI leaned against the balcony railing, knuckles white from the pressure I didn’t even realize I was applying. The moonlight kissed the courtyard in silver hues, but none of it touched the fury boiling inside me. My gown stuck to my back with sweat, and every breath I took felt like a war between staying composed and exploding.He said it would just be a moment. Alaric, my supposed mate—no, my fiancé—walked off to speak with her.Thalia. The name tasted like ash in my mouth.No title. No family. No wolf. Just skin and breath and that disgusting little voice she uses to pull sympathy. A slave, trembling in shadows, now somehow drawing the attention of the most powerful Alpha of the North Pack.And not just attention. His focus.I tilted my head, straining to hear them. They were far, but not out of sight. Alaric’s posture was relaxed. Relaxed. Around her.He never relaxed around me.Not unless I was crying.I clenched my fists. A voice in my head whispered, what if he’s tou

Thalia’s POV:“Come with me,” he said, voice low and firm.“Where?” My voice cracked, betraying the storm of nerves swirling in my chest.“To someone who knows more about wolf magic than either of us. And who won’t run her mouth to Valerie.”It felt like a promise, or maybe a warning. Either way, I followed him without hesitation, stepping into the cold night air that bit through my thin jacket.The path down to the local pack doctor’s home felt longer than it was. Every crunch of gravel underfoot was deafening in the quiet. Fear gripped my body in a vise, twisting my stomach into knots tighter than any curse could. Walking beside Alpha Alaric was like walking next to a wild beast, a predator cloaked in calm — and I was the prey.“You're shivering. Are you okay?” His voice was low, thick with concern, eyes flickering to mine.I nodded without answering. Saying anything would have sent my voice spiraling into a broken mess.When we finally reached the worn wooden door, Alaric stopped a