All Chapters of Alpha Regrets After Banishing Me And Taking My Son: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hazel’s POVMy eyes flooded with tears instantly, hot and stinging, blurring my vision completely.I am your mother, I wanted to scream. I am your mother and I’ve been trying to get back to you for six years.But I couldn’t. I couldn’t say anything without destroying everything.I turned my face away quickly, pressing my free hand against my mouth to hold back the sob. My shoulders shook despite my best efforts. No. I couldn’t cry. Not now. This was no time for tears—my son was suffering right in front of me and he needed me to be strong.I blinked hard, forcing the tears back through sheer will. Swallowed the grief threatening to choke me.“You have a mother,” I whispered, though the words tasted like ash in my mouth.“But she doesn’t care if I’m sick,” Liam said weakly. “You came. You’re helping me.”I couldn’t respond. Couldn’t say anything without breaking down completely. My jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached.Alice still hadn’t returned with the herbs. How long had it been? It

Hazel’s POVThe door swung open and Kimberley swept in, emerald silk swishing around her ankles. She spun in the doorway, the beaded bodice glittering gaudily.“What do you think?” she asked, her voice bright and expectant. “Doesn’t it bring out my eyes perfectly?”She was addressing Ulysses like I wasn’t even in the room. Like her sick stepson wasn’t lying in the bed between us. Of course. Everything was always about her.Ulysses didn’t look up. His gaze stayed fixed on Liam’s face, watching his son’s chest rise and fall.Good. Let her stand there waiting.Kimberley’s smile wavered. Her lips pressed together for just a second before she forced them back into their bright curve. Her eyes finally swept the room properly, taking in the scene.The water basin with its floating cloths. The medicine bottles lined up on the nightstand. Me standing at Liam’s bedside.“What happened in here?” she asked. Her nose wrinkled slightly, probably smelling the bitter herbs.“Our son had a fever,” Ulys

Hazel’s POVKimberley stood frozen. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing audible in the quiet room. Each exhale came out with a slight wheeze. Her eyes darted between Ulysses’s face and mine, searching for an escape route that didn’t exist.Ulysses’s expression was stone. Immovable. He wasn’t even blinking. I held my breath as I waited, watching her squirm.“I apologize,” she finally spat. The words sounded like they’d been dragged out of her throat with hooks. “For any…misunderstanding.”Misunderstanding. Not for attacking me. Not for neglecting Liam. Just for the “misunderstanding.”My teeth ground together. Of course. Of course she couldn’t admit actual fault. She knew nothing of accountability.She shot me a look so venomous it could have killed. Her eyes promised retribution later when Ulysses wasn’t watching and I was vulnerable.Let her try. I wasn’t the same broken woman she’d destroyed six years ago.“Liam is the hope of this pack’s future,” Ulysses said. “His health

Ulysses’s POVThe bowl of herbal medicine had gone lukewarm in my hands. I stared down at the dark liquid, watching small particles of herbs settle at the bottom.I’d been negligent with Liam—I could admit that now. I’d been consumed by the war to notice my own son suffering under my nose or to see Kimberley’s complete failure as a mother.I set the bowl down on the bedside table and scrubbed my hands over my face. I should have already woken Liam to give it to him, but my mind kept circling back to what had just happened with Mila.She’d left so abruptly. One moment we’d been working together in comfortable silence, and the next she’d gone rigid and cold and practically fled the room.My question had been innocent enough. At least I’d thought so.But the way she’d reacted—the sudden stiffness in her shoulders, the way her hands had started shaking—I’d clearly crossed some line I hadn’t known existed.What had I said wrong?I replayed the moment in my head. The exact words I’d used. Yo

Kimberley’s POVI spun in place. The emerald silk whispered around my ankles, beads throwing green sparkles across my chamber walls.“Beautiful,” my maid breathed. Her eyes gleamed as she studied me. “Absolutely stunning.”Four servants stood waiting. One clutched my jewelry box with both hands. Another had pins ready, watching my hem for any imperfections. The third kept adjusting small sections of my hair, tucking invisible strands back into place. The fourth held a tray with powder and rouge in case touch-ups were needed.I turned to face the full-length mirror and smiled at what I saw.The gown fit perfectly. Not too tight, not too loose. It showed off my figure without being improper. The neckline sat exactly where it should. The beading made me shimmer when I moved.My hair was piled high, woven through with thin gold thread and tiny jewels. When I turned my head, they glittered. My makeup was flawless—not too much, not too little. Just enough to highlight my best features.I loo