บททั้งหมดของ Alpha Regrets After Banishing Me And Taking My Son: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Hazel’s POVI entered the grand hall through a side entrance, pressing myself immediately against the back wall. Staying in shadows felt safer than walking into all that light.Pack members filled every available space, all dressed in formal clothes I remembered from celebrations years ago. Visiting Alphas stood in small groups and servants moved through the crowd like fish through water, carrying trays loaded with drinks and small foods.Fiona held court near the head table. She sat on a raised platform, surrounded by elderly Alphas and high-ranking pack members. She laughed at something someone said, her hand touching an old man’s arm. He smiled back, clearly charmed.Then the main doors opened and everyone turned.Kimberley swept in on our father’s arm, with Mother close behind. That emerald gown swirled around her legs as she walked. Her hair was piled high with jewels woven through it. Her chin lifted as she surveyed the room.She looked stunning. I hated admitting it, but denying

Kimberley’s POVThe dance finally ended. After what felt like hours. After every person in that hall had witnessed my complete humiliation.Ulysses walked her back toward the shadows. Still talking to her. Still focused entirely on her.His hand lingered at her elbow.I stood rooted in place, my entire body turning to stone. Rage pumped through my veins—hot and cold at the same time, making my fingers numb and my face burn.He’d walked right past me.Hadn’t even glanced in my direction. Just walked straight across that floor to her and asked her to dance.In front of everyone. Every single person.Mother materialized at my elbow. Her hand grabbed my arm hard enough to hurt. “Kimberley—”I yanked away from her. “Don’t.”“You need to stay calm,” she hissed. Her nails dug into my skin through the silk. “Don’t make a scene. Not here. Not now.”“A scene?” My voice came out strangled. “He just humiliated me in front of the entire pack and you’re worried about me making a scene?”“It doesn’t

Hazel’s POVThe banquet hall exploded.Voices erupted from every direction—shouting, demanding, accusing. The sound crashed over me in waves, each one louder than the last.Pack members surged forward. Bodies pressed against each other, elbows jutting out, shoulders shoving. Everyone trying to get closer. To see better.I stood frozen in the center of it all. My real face. Finally exposed after six years of hiding.My skin still burned where the silver had dissolved Elena’s glamour. The pain was sharp, stinging, spreading across my cheeks and forehead. But I barely registered it. Not compared to the hundreds of eyes locked on me.Every single person in this room was staring at my real features.A woman near the front gasped audibly. Her hand flew to her mouth.“That face—” someone said.“Is that—”“It can’t be—”Recognition dawned across face after face. I watched it happen in waves rippling through the crowd. Confusion melted into shock. Shock melted into understanding. Understanding

Hazel’s POV“You don’t dare touch me.”Ulysses flinched. His whole body jerked backward like I’d struck him across the face instead of just his hand. His arm dropped to his side, but he didn’t back away properly.He just stood there, his hand hanging in the air for a moment before slowly curling inward. His mouth opened. “I want to explain—”A laugh burst out of me, and it was ugliest sound I’d ever made.“Explain?” I spat the word like it was poison coating my tongue. “What could you possibly explain?”Tears were already streaming down my face.Six years. Six years of rage that I’d kept locked away in a box deep inside me. It was all pouring out now.The lid was off. There was no putting it back.“How you believed every single lie she told?” My voice climbed higher. “Every word that came out of Kimberley’s mouth, you took as truth?”Ulysses’s face crumpled, every line in it collapsed inward, like a building losing all its supports at once, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.“How you to

Hazel’s POV“It’s a binding agreement,” Ulysses said.I could hear the desperation threading through every syllable, thick and choking, like blood spreading through water and staining everything.“Under pack law,” he continued, “if you leave now, you’ll be in breach of contract.”His fingers were still wrapped around my wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but firm and unyielding.“The penalties would be—”“I don’t care about penalties!” I shouted. “I don’t care about your pack laws or your contracts! Or anything else you think you can use to control me!”My whole body was shaking now, with rage and the sheer audacity of what he was trying to do.“I just want my son!” I said. My voice broke completely on those last words, tears flooding my eyes again. “That’s all I want. My son. The child you stole from me. That’s it.”My free hand came up to wipe roughly at my face, smearing tears across my cheeks.“You’ll have him,” Ulysses said quickly. The words tumbled out fast, almost stumbling over