All Chapters of The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Alice’s POV"What?""Is this your new plan? To trap me again?" Benjamin’s voice dripped with contempt. "Did you run out of tricks, Alice? Is faking our son’s terminal illness really the best you could come up with?"I couldn’t breathe. The hospital hallway seemed to close in around me, the walls pressing closer, the air growing thin."Benjamin, I’m not—this isn’t—""Let me guess. You want me to come home. You want me to play happy family. And then what? You’ll miraculously announce that Lucian is cured, and I’ll be so grateful I’ll forget all about the divorce?""No, Benjamin, please just listen—""I’ve already told you what I want. A divorce. That’s it. That’s the only thing I want to hear from you. So unless you’re calling to tell me you’ve finally agreed to sign the papers, we’re done here."My hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. The medical report crumpled in my grip, the words I had just read to him—Velmir’s Disease, terminal, one month—blurring before my e

ALICE’S POVThe days that followed had a rhythm I didn’t trust.Benjamin came every morning. He actually sat at the table — something I still hadn’t gotten used to — and ate whatever I put in front of him. He returned every evening and stayed until Lucian’s eyes drifted shut.Four mornings in a row, I set his coffee on the table and waited. Each time, I told myself I wasn’t waiting. Each time, I was wrong.He read bedtime stories, chased Lucian around the yard, and one Saturday morning he attempted pancakes. The effort ended with flour in his hair and Lucian laughing so hard he hiccupped. I stood in the kitchen doorway, dish towel twisted in my hands, and watched.Lucian’s allergy medicine was still on the counter. The laundry was running. I needed to call the healer before noon. I ran through the mental list while I watched them — because I needed something to do with my hands that wasn’t reaching toward what I was looking at.Benjamin’s phone rang constantly all week. Lisa’s name fl

ALICE’S POVI should have taken Lucian home.I should have picked him up, carried him away from this festival of false joy and false hope, and tucked him into bed with a story, a kiss, and a promise that tomorrow would be better.But I didn’t. Because Lucian wanted to see the fireworks. And I couldn’t deny him anything anymore.So we stayed.The fireworks were beautiful—explosions of gold, silver, and blue lighting up the dark sky, reflecting in Lucian’s eyes as he stared upward. He didn’t cheer like the other children. He didn’t clap or gasp or point. He just watched, silent and still, his expression unreadable.“Lucian? Are you okay?”He didn’t answer.The crowd began to disperse as the fireworks ended. I looked around for Benjamin, but he was nowhere to be found. Still with Lisa, probably. Still with his real family.“Come on, baby. Let’s go home.”“I want to wait for Daddy.”“Lucian—”“Please, Mommy? You said he promised. You said he would be here.”The hope in his voice was the c