All Chapters of Alpha’s Regret: Reclaiming His Forsaken Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Valerie’s POV: “When were you going to tell me she was pregnant?" I cut him off, my voice sharp as a blade. “Valerie,” he began, his voice low, measured—the same tone he used when addressing restless pack members on the brink of rebellion. I tilted my chin up, refusing to let my voice waver. “So. It’s true.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I was going to tell you.” “When?The word slipped out, sharp as a blade. “After the child was born? After you crowned it your heir?” He stood abruptly, the movement sending a ripple of tension through the room. “I needed to be sure.” “Of what?” I took a step forward, my heels clicking against the stone like a ticking clock. “That she wouldn’t lose it? Or that it was actually yours?Is that why you’ve been shutting me out all this time?? His eyes darkened, a flicker of something dangerous passing through them. ”You don’t understand Valerie.” I almost laughed. *Understand *As if I hadn’t understood it already. But then—I reme

Author’s POV: Valerie had planned this moment carefully. She chose the black silk robe—the one that clung to her curves, the one that made Alaric’s gaze linger the last time she wore it. She dabbed jasmine oil at her pulse points , knowing the scent would cloud his judgement. The fire in Alaric’s study cast flickering shadows across the walls, painting the room in hues of amber and gold. He sat slumped in his high chair, a half drunk glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, his mind lost in the storm of his own thoughts. The door creaked open without a knock. Valerie stood there, draped in the black silk robe that clung to her like liquid shadow, the neckline dipping just low enough to tease. Her scent, jasmine and something darker, something like power filled the room before she even stepped inside. Alaric’s gaze flicked to her, his expression unreadable. “It’s been a while,” she murmured, her voice a velvet caress. She let the door click shut behind her, her hips

Thalia’s POV: The night air hit me like a slap. I stumbled out of Mira’s tent, my bare feet sinking it the damp earth. The cold air lashed my face, sharp with the scent of pine trees . I just stood there, trembling, my body still weak from my unconscious state. How long had I been unconscious for? The wolfsbane paste clung to my skin, masking my scent but for how long? “Move. Just Move.” Molly, my wolf, stirred in my mind. Her voice was sharp but I could sense the worry in them. I took a step, then another, my legs shaking like a newborn trying to walk. The pack was eerily quiet, the usual hum of night activity stifled, I wondered why. Torches were flickering in the distance, casting long, claw-like shadows across the dirt paths. And then— A low murmur of voices. I froze. Two guards rounded the corner, they were just a few feet away from the oak tree in front of the guard quarters. Their shadows broad against the firelight. I p

Alaric’s POV: A low, guttural growl slipped from my throat as I leaned in, my voice barely above a whisper. “Take me to his chambers.” The guards stiffened but obeyed, turning sharply to lead the way. Valerie kept her pace beside me, her fingers twitching at her sides. She was scared. And I couldn’t blame her—so was I, but an Alpha afraid is an alpha weakened and I’d be damned if I let them smell it on me. A guard couldn’t just hang himself without reason. The walk to Silas’ chambers stretched too long, each step weighed down by the storm of thoughts raging in my skull. A guard committing suicide. Thalia, unconscious, carrying a child that I thought was mine. Valerie’s impending coronation as Luna. It was all too much happening in just a short period of time. When we finally reached his door, the guards parted, their eyes averted. My shoes clicked against the stone floor as I stepped inside—and froze. Silas lay on the bed, draped in a white sheet. The ‘to

Thalia’s POV: The room was quiet—too quiet. After the chaos, the cliff, and the unintentional crash landing into a literal royal carriage, the silence inside the guest chamber they’d placed me in felt... unnatural. It was the kind of quiet that clung like a held breath, like the castle itself was waiting for me to slip up. I was barely clean. My face scrubbed raw, my hair damp and slicked back. The princess’s maids had worked quickly and silently, leaving behind a simple pale blue gown with delicate silver embroidery. It clung just enough to reveal curves I’d rather not show. Pregnancy was a secret I had no intention of spilling. Not yet. A soft knock at the door made me flinch. My muscles were still coiled like a cornered animal, even if the space was safe. Safer. “Miss Thalia?” a soft voice called. “Her Highness requests your presence for dinner.” I hesitated for only a breath before standing, smoothing the fabric of the gown with shaking hands. “Coming,” I