All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rhiannon's POVThe walk to the packhouse should have felt dangerous.It didn't.Wolves lined the streets. Gathered in doorways. Pressed against windows. Hundreds of them watching us pass.But none approached."—that's her—""—the Phantom—""—killed Silas with her bare hands—"Soren's hand tightened in mine. I squeezed back. Kept walking.Marcus and Sera flanked us. Four more Silver Claws followed at intervals—close enough to help, far enough to not look like an army.Ahead, eight wolves wearing gray armbands—Thorne's colors—stood in the street. Not blocking our path. Just... present.The lead one, scarred and graying, watched us approach. His hand rested on his blade hilt.Ten feet away.Five.I didn't slow down.He held my gaze. Calculating. Then his eyes flicked to Soren. Back to me.He stepped aside.The others followed.Behind us, I heard the scarred wolf speak."That's the woman who tore Silas Thorn's throat out in front of two hundred witnesses. Still want to test her?"Silence.

Malachar's DomainDarkness lived here.Not absence of light—true darkness. The kind that predated sun and stars. That existed in the spaces between atoms.Malachar stood at the center of it.His chamber was carved from obsidian a thousand years before Rome fell. No torches. No candles. Light had no place here.He didn't need it.The power surge that morning had hit him like a bell struck inside his skull. Every nerve, every ancient synapse lighting up in recognition.Chimera. Uncontrolled. Magnificent.He'd waited years for this. Decades. Centuries of hunting whispers and legends and the scattered bloodlines.Now one had announced itself.Four years old, the intelligence said. Male. Unprecedented power.Perfect.Footsteps approached. Five sets. Moving in perfect synchronization.The Bloodletters.They materialized from shadow—not walking through it but emerging from it as if the darkness had given birth.Five figures. Impossibly tall. Too thin. Moving with liquid grace that made the h

Rhiannon's POVThe female smiled, red eyes gleaming in the predawn light. "No answer? How disappointing."She moved—not running or blurring but simply existing twenty feet closer than she'd been the moment before, as if distance meant nothing to her kind.Every wolf took a step back, weapons trembling in suddenly uncertain hands."Perhaps a demonstration," she said pleasantly, her voice carrying those unsettling harmonics that made my teeth ache. "To encourage cooperation."Her eyes swept across the gathered wolves, both factions pressed together now, enemies moments ago but united in their terror of something worse. She studied them with the detached curiosity of a child examining insects, her gaze sliding from face to face until it stopped on a young warrior I didn't recognize.Maybe twenty years old, wearing Thorne's gray armband, his blade raised with the trembling determination of someone who'd never faced anything truly dangerous before today.She tilted her head, white hair cas

Darius's POVThis is where I die.The thought comes with strange clarity as the first vampire's claws rake across my ribs—the same ribs Thorne broke during the challenge, now screaming under fresh assault. Pain explodes through my torso, but I can't afford to acknowledge it, can't afford even a second's hesitation because three of them surround me and hesitation means death.I knew the moment Rhiannon ran, knew with absolute certainty that holding three of these creatures alone while already half-dead from the challenge is suicide, but what choice do I have? My son is out there, vulnerable and hunted, and if dying here buys Soren even thirty more seconds then that's what an Alpha does, what a father does.The three of them surround me near the lightning-split oak—the massive tree that took a strike during last month's storm and stands with its trunk split down the middle like gaping jaws. The female circles to my left, white hair streaming, that terrible smile never wavering despite t

Rhiannon's POVI run because that's all I can do, push my broken body beyond its limits one more time because my son needs me and nothing else matters—not pain, not exhaustion, not the magic reserves hovering dangerously close to empty after that five-form kill sequence and the barely-held shift I just forced.I hate myself for going back.Hate myself with a fury that rivals anything I've ever felt, because I had a choice—keep running toward Soren or turn back for Darius—and I made the wrong one. I let the bond pull at me despite everything, despite knowing it was severed, despite five years of teaching myself not to care. That phantom pull in my chest that shouldn't exist anymore had tightened like a noose when I felt Darius about to die, and I'd turned back without thinking, without planning, just pure instinct screaming that I couldn't let him die.And now my son will pay the price for my weakness.Every stride sends fire through broken ribs that are definitely worse now after that