Todos los capítulos de The Alpha's Regret: His Secret Hybrid Heir: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The Pack House was barely controlled chaos.Warriors Elena didn't recognize were arriving every hour. Some from the outer territories, some from allied packs who'd answered Xander's call. They filled the training grounds, the barracks, the spare rooms. Everywhere Elena looked, there were wolves preparing for a fight.The West Wing was different.Garrett's family had brought up crates from storage—old wooden boxes filled with black stones that looked like volcanic rock but felt wrong when you touched them. Suppression stones, Garrett had called them. The same material the Shadow Cellar was made from.They were installing them in the walls. Around the windows. Creating a barrier that would dampen any supernatural tracking or scrying that the Council might try.Maya sat on the bed watching the workers with wide eyes."Why are they putting rocks in our walls?" she asked."To keep us safe," Elena said."From the mean Council people?""Yes.""Are there a lot of mean Council people?""Probabl

Elena woke up to the smell of antiseptic and old magic.Medical wing. She knew it immediately—had spent enough time in rogue pack infirmaries to recognize the particular combination of herbs and cleaning solution.Her body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. Everything ached. Moving her hand required conscious effort."Don't try to sit up yet." Garrett's voice, from somewhere to her left. "You've been out for six hours.""Maya—""Is alive. Sleeping. Two rooms down." He moved into view, looking exhausted. "Xander's three rooms over. Also alive, also sleeping."Elena managed to turn her head. Through the window she could see it—the Shield, shimmering like heat waves over the pack grounds. Silver and gold, visible even in daylight.They'd done it.Bought seventy-two hours."How long has it been?" Her voice came out rough."Six hours since you collapsed. Which means we have sixty-six hours left." Garrett sat down in the chair beside the bed. "The Shield is holdin

Fifty pairs of eyes tracked Elena as she walked into the Council camp.She kept her spine straight, hands loose at her sides, chin up. Every instinct screamed to run. To shift. To do anything except walk calmly toward people who wanted her daughter dead.But running wouldn't save Maya.This might.The Inquisitor stood at the center of camp, exactly where she'd expected. Still wearing those gray robes. Still looking like death in expensive fabric."The omega," he said. No surprise in his voice. No emotion at all. "Come to surrender?""Come to negotiate," Elena said.Laughter rippled through the camp. Not cruel, exactly. More like the sound people made when something ridiculous happened.The Inquisitor held up one hand. The laughter stopped."Negotiate," he repeated. "You. A rankless omega with no Pack standing, no authority, no leverage whatsoever." He tilted his head. "What exactly do you think you have to negotiate with?""Twenty hours," Elena said. "That's how long the Shield has lef

Six in the morning.Garrett was elbow-deep in the Anchor Stone's mechanisms, sweat dripping down his face despite the cellar's chill."How's it looking?" Elena asked from where she sat against the wall. She'd been ordered to rest but couldn't bring herself to leave."Like I'm trying to rewire a bomb while it's counting down." Garrett didn't look up. "The energy vectors are shifting faster than I calculated. The Shield knows something's wrong.""Can you finish in time?""Ask me in five hours."Elena's phone buzzed. Xander.Going out to negotiate. Keep them busy while Garrett works.She typed back: Be careful.Always.A lie, but a comforting one.Elena pocketed the phone and watched Garrett work. His hands moved with precision despite the shaking. Every adjustment to the stone's carved mechanisms had to be exact or the whole thing would collapse wrong—outward instead of directed, killing everyone instead of making a point."You should eat something," Elena said."Can't. If I stop, I lose

Elena stared at the photograph in her hand.Her father stood between her mother and Varen, all three smiling—easy, genuine, the kind of smile that comes from years of shared trust. Colleagues. Friends. People who believed they were on the same side.Until they weren’t.The edges of the photo were worn soft from years of handling, corners creased where her mother used to fold it into letters. Elena’s thumb brushed over her father’s face—younger then, eyes bright with hope. The same hope she’d seen in Maya tonight when the silver glow faded and she asked if the bad people were gone.“Serving the Council didn’t protect my father,” Elena said quietly. “It put a target on his back the moment they decided he was inconvenient.”“Your father was a traitor—”“My father was a man with a daughter you wanted to use.” Elena looked up at the Inquisitor. Her voice stayed steady, but her fingers tightened around the photo until the paper crinkled. “Just like you want to use mine. Dress it up however y