All Chapters of The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LISA'S POVThe drawing was still propped against the lamp when I sat down — the blue wolf, the woman in the white coat, their shoulders nearly touching, the two of them standing closer than anyone in this house had ever stood for me. I turned it face-down before I picked up the pen. Some things a mother handles quietly, before anyone even has to watch her do it.Six names. Six people who trusted me enough to come and talk, because I've always been the kind of woman people trust.Harris first. A guard, night shift, off duty since dawn, and looking like he'd rather be anywhere but that chair."I'm not in trouble?" he asked."Routine information gathering." I said it gently, the way you'd promise a child the doctor won't hurt a bit.He eased up and gave me exactly what I needed — Alice walked the compound alone at night, past midnight, more than once. He left thinking he'd helped a worried mother look after her own. I wrote: Walks alone at night. No oversight. Someone had to notice. It m

BENJAMIN’S POV"You're still here," Morwen said.The courier had been gone ten minutes. The authorization was still there on the clipboard, signed, where I'd left it, and the pen lay beside it, forgotten — uncapped, drying out, where neither of us had touched it."I wanted to see it done right.""The shipment was fine. You're hovering.""I'm not hovering."She closed one patient file and opened another. Outside, thunder rolled low across a grey morning. Then her hands stopped on the file. She straightened a stack of forms that was already straight, squared the edges twice, and looked up."Is something wrong?" I asked."Alice doesn't like thunderstorms.""Afraid of the lightning?"She turned the clipboard face-down on the counter before she answered, like she wanted her hands doing something while she said it."Not afraid."I waited."Lucian loved storms. He'd drag a chair to the window and count the seconds between lightning and thunder. He believed loud thunder meant wolves were bowli

JOHN’S POVThe child's name was Toby, and I didn't know he'd be all right until I was down on my knees with the stethoscope, listening for it. Respiratory infection — not the kind that takes a child in the night. But his mother hadn't known that, and neither had I, not until I'd knelt and heard it for myself. The storm had drowned the main road. She couldn't get him to the clinic, so I'd gone to them instead, out across the compound in the rain, soaked clean through before I was even halfway. By the time I reached their door in the east wing the boy was coughing so hard he couldn't find the bottom of a breath."How long has he been like this?""Since this afternoon. It got worse when the rain started." Her name was Lena. Her hands wouldn't hold still. "I didn't know if I should bring him in. The roads—""You did the right thing calling me. Let me take a look at him."Toby was six, and small for it, his dark hair stuck to his forehead with the fever. He sat up in bed with a blanket bun

BENJAMIN'S POVTwo days. That's how long she'd been avoiding me before I let myself call it what it was — the long way around the compound, clinic hours slotted against my council meetings, her door closed when she used to leave it open.I told myself it was the screening program wrapping up, the reports piling up before the deadline. I didn't believe a word of it.I ended up at the memorial tree that afternoon, taking down a carving that didn't need fixing and hanging it back exactly where it had been.Callum came up the ridge behind me, hands shoved in his pockets. "That wolf wasn't crooked.""I know.""You've re-hung it twice since I got here.""Have I.""You have." He stood beside me, eyes on the tree, saying nothing else yet. "What happened?""I sat outside her office during the storm. Didn't knock. Didn't push. Just stayed. And now she won't look at me.""Maybe it's not about you.""It's always about me.""So what are you going to do?"I straightened the carving one more time. U

ALICE’S POVI woke before the alarm, and for the first time in weeks my hands lay quiet on the blanket. I'd decided something in the night. I let it settle a moment before I got up.The phone went off before I was out of bed.Come to the house. I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.I dressed. Morwen knocked while I was pulling on my coat.“You look rested,” she said.“First time in weeks.”“You going somewhere?”“Yes.” I picked up my bag. “Back by nine.”She stepped aside and let me go.Come to the house. I need to talk to you. It's urgent.Benjamin didn't use that word anymore. He'd gone careful with words these last few months. Urgent wasn't careful.The compound was just waking. Children chasing each other past the fountain, Sena waving from across the yard, the cold lifting off the stones and the sky already bright. Halfway across the courtyard I slowed without meaning to. My hand found the gate latch and stopped there.I could still turn around. Whatever he wanted, I didn't have to