All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ruby’s POVI didn't think. I just pushed the door open, the heavy wood swinging back until it hit the wall with a sharp thud.The sound cut through the room, and both of them froze. Ethan turned his head first, his dark eyes narrowing slightly when they landed on me. He didn't let go of Vivian right away, his hands lingering on her waist for a second before he finally stepped back."Ruby?" Ethan asked, his voice sounding more annoyed than shocked. "What are you doing here?"I stared at him, my hand gripping my IV pole so hard my knuckles turned white. My voice shook, but I couldn't stop the hurt from bleeding out. "I called you. I called you so many times, Ethan. You never answered."Before Ethan could even open his mouth, Vivian let out a small, breathless gasp. She shrank back against the side of the hospital bed, her eyes wide and pooling with dramatic tears."Oh my god, Ruby," Vivian whimpered, her hands flying to my mouth. "I am so, so sorry. It was an accident, I swear. The ligh

Ruby’s POVA gasp tore out of my throat, and my hands flew to my mouth as the tears started flowing all over again. But this time, they weren't tears of grief. They were tears of shock.Emily let out a loud squeal next to me, her fingers squeezing mine so hard she was practically cutting off my circulation. "Oh my god, Ruby! Did you hear that? The baby is still there!""I hear it," I whispered, my eyes glued to that tiny, flickering light on the monitor. It was a miracle. A tiny, fragile miracle fighting for its life inside me.The doctor cleared his throat, his expression softening as he watched us, but his tone quickly turned serious again. "Please understand, Mrs. Sinclair, the baby is extremely fragile right now. Your body has been through massive physical trauma, and losing one twin puts the other at a severe disadvantage. You must rest properly. No lifting, no exertion, and most importantly, you need to avoid stress or anger. Your emotional state directly impacts the pregnancy."

Ruby's POVThe pack border was just a stretch of old pine trees lining both sides of a narrow road, but crossing it felt like walking out of a burning building.Emily didn't say anything as we drove toward it. She just kept her eyes on the road because she knew that if she looked at me right now, I would completely fall apart and thus would eventually make everything worse.I leaned my head against the cold passenger window and watched the trees blur past. My whole body ached badly. Not just from the accident, not just from the bruises still yellowing on my arms and legs. It was a deeper kind of ache. My mate bond was gone. I could feel the exact place where it used to sit inside my chest, warm and constant, like a second heartbeat that wasn't entirely mine. Now that spot was just hollow. A dark, quiet room with the lights switched off and the furniture cleared out.My wolf was grieving. I could feel her curled up somewhere deep inside me, not howling anymore, just lying still with h

Four Days Later Ruby's POV I pressed my fingertip against the photograph and said, "That one." The woman across the desk looked down at the printed property sheet and raised one carefully shaped eyebrow. She picked it up, studied it for a moment, then looked back at me over the rim of her reading glasses. Her nameplate read Mrs. Calloway. She had the kind of face that had seen every type of buyer walk through her door and had long since stopped being surprised by any of them. "The duplex on Fernhill Close," she said. "Yes." "That's a popular listing, Ms. Winters." "I'm sure it is," I said. "How much?" She set the sheet down and folded her hands on top of it with the practiced patience of a woman who had been doing this for a very long time. "The asking price on that property is three hundred and fifty thousand." I didn't blink. "I'll give you three hundred." Mrs. Calloway smiled. It was a polite smile. The kind that meant no without saying it out loud. "The sellers are firm o

Ethan's POV Cole Mercer didn't move when I spoke. He just looked at me through the bars with those pale, steady eyes and let my question sit in the air between us like he was deciding whether it deserved an answer at all. The strip light above buzzed faintly. The corridor was cold. Neither of us moved. "Start talking," I said again. Cole tilted his head very slightly. The scar along his jaw caught the flat white light and looked worse than it had in the photograph. He looked at me for a long moment, unhurried and completely unbothered, like a man sitting in a cell with no restraints and no particular concern about the Alpha standing four feet away from him. Then the corner of his mouth moved to something more insulting than a smile. "Do you really think," Cole said, his voice low and almost conversational, "that if I was going to tell you anything, I would have waited until you came down here to do it?" The corridor was very quiet. I looked at him. He looked back at me. His han