All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: Rising From The Ash : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41: The First NightThe fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.Hours had passed since Garrett locked me in this room. The silence of the mountain fortress was heavy. It pressed against the windows like the snow piling up on the ledge outside. I could not hear the wind anymore. I could only hear the thudding of my own heart and the low hum of the silver collar around my neck.The metal was cold against my skin. It was a parasite. It burrowed into my senses and dulled the sharp edge of my wolf. I reached for the inner beast. I tried to call upon the White Wolf for comfort or strength. I found only a muffled silence. She was there. She was scratching at the walls of my mind. She was furious. But she was trapped behind the barrier of t

Chapter 43: The NurseryThe morning light that filtered through the barred window was gray and lifeless. It did not bring warmth to the trophy room. It only illuminated the dark stain on the rug where Rurik had bled out the night before. The body was gone. The maids had come in the early hours of the dawn to scrub the floor, keeping their eyes averted from me as if I were a ghost or a demon.I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands clasped in my lap. I had not slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Kael lying in the sand with his eyes fixed on the retreating convoy. I saw the look of betrayal and agony on his face. The silence of the mountain fortress was heavy enough to crush bone. It was broken only by the sound of the heavy oak door unlocking.I tensed and reached for the iron poker I had hidden beneath the pillow.The door opened. It was not a guard or a lieutenant. It was Garrett.He wore a pristine charcoal suit that looked out of place against the stone walls of the fortres

Chapter 45: The ShadowThe darkness that swallowed the Great Hall was absolute.It was not merely the absence of light. It was a physical weight that pressed against the eyes and suffocated the senses. The heavy oak doors at the far end of the hall had been smashed inward. The cold mountain wind howled through the breach and carried with it the scent of snow and ancient pine.But beneath the smell of the storm lay something far more terrifying.It was the scent of a predator that had forgotten how to be a man.Panic erupted in the room instantly. The elite guards shouted orders that were swallowed by the confusion. The Rogue Kings roared for light. The sound of weapons being cocked echoed off the stone walls like crickets in a graveyard.Garrett gripped the chain of my collar. His hand was shaking. The arrogant composure of the businessman had vanished the moment the lights died. He yanked me backward."Stay close," Garrett hissed in

Chapter 47: The SafehouseThe storm outside the truck was a white void that swallowed the world. The headlights cut through the driving snow but revealed nothing but swirling flakes and the looming shadows of pine trees. We were moving blindly through the wilderness with only Kael’s memory of an old hunting trail to guide us.Inside the cab of the truck the air was thick enough to taste. The heater blasted hot air that mixed with the copper tang of blood and the heavy sweetness of my heat. It was a suffocating cocktail of pheromones and violence. I sat in the passenger seat with my knees pressed together and my hands gripping the dashboard. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through my body. The fever was peaking. My skin felt tight and overly sensitive against the rough fabric of the stolen tactical coat.Kael drove with a terrifying intensity. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His jaw was clenched so hard I could see a muscle jumping in his cheek. H

Chapter 49: The SafehouseThe morning sun did not break through the storm clouds. It merely turned the world outside the cabin from black to a blinding and oppressive white.I woke up tangled in the fur rug. The fire had burned down to embers that pulsed with a faint red glow. The air in the cabin was freezing. It bit at my exposed skin and made my breath mist in the gloom.But I was not cold.I was wrapped in a cage of muscle and heat. Kael lay behind me. His heavy arm was draped over my waist and pinned me to the floor. His chest was pressed against my back. I could feel the slow and powerful rhythm of his heart beating against my spine.He was asleep but it was not a peaceful sleep. His body was tense. His fingers dug into the flesh of my hip with a bruising grip. Even in his dreams he was holding onto me as if the ground were about to open up and swallow us whole.I shifted slightly to relieve the cramp in my leg.Kael’s reaction was instant.A low growl vibrated in his chest. His