All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: Rising From The Ash : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32: The Golden CageThe world had gone mad.We drove a stolen maintenance van through the back alleys of Seattle. The rain hammered against the roof. It sounded like bullets.I sat in the passenger seat with a tablet on my lap. The screen glowed with a terrifying map.Red dots were popping up everywhere. Every major city. Every small town."They are hunting us," I whispered. "Look at this feed. A pack in Chicago was cornered in a grocery store. A family in Denver was pulled out of their car."Kael gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were white."Garrett weaponized the fear," Kael said. "He turned every neighbor into an executioner.""It is the money," Dorian said from the back. He was reloading his rifle. "Fifty million dollars for a wolf. That kind of money makes people forget their humanity."We turned onto a main road. We had to reach the airfield. We had a contact there with a cargo plane that could get us to New York.But the road was blocked.It was not a military c

Chapter 34: The Bleeding SkyWe found Dorian a mile down the coast road.He was leaning against a mile marker sign. He was clutching a bloody rag to his face. His sniper rifle lay in the grass beside him.Kael slammed the brakes. I jumped out before the car fully stopped."Dorian!"I ran to him. He looked up. His left eye was covered by the rag but blood was seeping through his fingers. His face was pale and gray."Did you get him?" Dorian croaked. "Did you kill the old man?""Garrett is dead," I said. I helped him stand. "But we have a bigger problem.""Bigger than a billionaire warlord?" Dorian asked with a grimace."Much bigger," Kael said. He grabbed Dorian’s rifle and threw it in the trunk. "Get in the car. We need to move before he decides to stop playing with his food."We sped toward the private airfield.Dorian groaned as I peeled back the rag to check his wound. It was bad. A shard of glass from the scope was embedded near the socket."I can't see out of it," Dorian whispere

Chapter 36: The Call of the AncientsKael stood in the rain, his chest heaving. The rogue’s blood washed down his skin in diluted pink streams, pooling at his boots.He turned to me. His amber eyes were still blown wide, the pupils slit like a predator's. The wolf was right at the surface, pacing, wanting to kill anything that wasn't me."Kael," I said softy.He flinched. He looked at his hands, coated in gore. Then he looked at the carnage around him—five dead wolves, torn apart with bare hands."I lost control," Kael rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "The wolfsbane... it strips the logic away. It leaves only the rage."I walked out into the mud. I didn't care about the blood. I placed my hands on his wet, bare chest, right over his heart. It was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird."You didn't lose control," I said fiercely. "You protected your mate. You protected your pack."He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. He inhaled my scent, using it to anchor

Chapter 38: The CollarThe silver chain rattled in Garrett’s hand. It was a heavy, industrial sound—the sound of a prison door slamming shut.I knelt in the sand. The grains dug into my knees, but I couldn't feel the pain. I could only feel the cold terror gripping my heart.To my left, Kael was lying on his back, paralyzed by the wolfsbane. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and fixed on me. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, but I could feel his scream vibrating through our bond.Don't do it, Elara. Don't submit.To my right, a guard held a knife to Leo’s throat. My son was sobbing silently, his small body shaking."I’m waiting," Garrett whispered. He dangled the collar in front of my face.It was thick, polished silver. It wasn't jewelry. It was a restraint used for breaking wild animals."Let them go," I said, my voice hollow. "I surrender. I submit. Just let them go.""Put it on," Garrett ordered. "Show me who you belong to."I reached up with trembling hands. I took the cold metal. I

Chapter 40: The Trophy RoomThe convoy drove for hours into the heart of the mountains. The road turned from asphalt to dirt and finally to ice.I sat in the back of the SUV with my hands bound in my lap. The silver collar around my neck felt heavy. It was a constant physical reminder of my submission. It hummed with a low vibration that made my skin crawl and kept my wolf locked deep inside my subconscious.We stopped.The driver killed the engine. The silence of the high altitude pressed in on the windows.Garrett opened the door. A blast of freezing wind hit me."Get out," Garrett ordered.I climbed out. My legs were stiff and numb.We were in a fortress carved directly into the granite face of a cliff. It was not a high-tech facility. It was a brutalist structure of concrete and rusted iron. It looked like a prison built for the end of the world. Snow swirled around the guard towers where snipers watched the perimeter."Welcome to the Sanctuary," Garrett said.Behind us, the secon