All Chapters of The Alpha's Regret: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Ethan's POVThe silver didn't just burn. It felt like someone had poured a ladle of molten metal straight through the meat of my shoulder, sizzling against bone and instantly boiling my blood.A wave of fiery, black poison tore through my chest, shooting straight toward my heart. My legs turned to liquid. My knees hit the shattered tiles with a dull crack, the impact sending another jolt of agony spiking down my spine.My vision flashed violently—blinding white, then pitch black, then back again.For one strange, floating second, the pain went quiet, and my mind dragged me backward instead of forward. I thought of the first time I saw Ruby laugh, really laugh, not the careful, guarded smile she gave the council, but the one that snuck out of her before she remembered to stop it. I had thrown that away for a title, for a woman who never once made me laugh like that. What a colossal fool I had been, trading something real for something that only looked like power.Click.Behind me, thro

Ruby's POVBeep. Beep. Beep.The sound was drilling straight into my skull, thin and fragile, like a thread ready to snap.I was curled up on the narrow metal bench inside the pack ambulance, staring at the monitor screen. Ethan lay flat on the stretcher in front of me, his skin looking like wet chalk. Bags of clear fluids and plasma were hooked up to his veins, swaying with every rough shudder of the engine, but the gray veins crawling across his neck weren't fading. They were getting darker. Poison was eating him alive.The back doors were still propped wide open, letting in the smell of wet pavement and rain.James stood right outside in the downpour, his coat soaked through, his jaw set in a hard line. He looked at Ethan on that cot, then up at me, his dark eyes tight with a frustration he was trying desperately to hide."Ruby," James said, his voice cutting through the hiss of the rain. "You don't owe this man a damn thing. Not a single breath. You don't have to walk back into th

Ethan's POVThe stench of antiseptic and burnt flesh was the first thing that clawed into my lungs.My eyes snapped open. Above me was the familiar cedar ceiling of my master suite in Silverlake. But my head was swimming in a thick, nauseating fog, and my left shoulder felt like someone had driven a red-hot stake straight through the joint and left it there to sizzle.Then the memory hit me like a physical blow to the chest.The clinic. The explosion. Garrett pulling the trigger with the silver hollow-point aimed dead at Ruby's belly."Ruby!"The name ripped out of my throat in a ragged shout.I jerked upright, every muscle in my torso screaming in agonizing protest. The sudden motion tore the plastic IV catheter clean out of the vein on the back of my hand, sending a dark spray of blood spattering across the white sheets.She's dead, the thought tore through my skull like a siren. I was too late. It was a dream. She's gone."Ruby!" I roared, baring my bloody fangs as my wolf went ber

Ruby's POVThe air inside that master suite had become so thick with heat and unfinished sentences that I felt like I was breathing underwater.The second Emily started ranting about the laundry detergent, I practically scrambled out of the velvet armchair, gathered my blueprints against my chest, and bolted for the door before Ethan could say another word.I needed space. I needed cold, biting air.I ended up in the mansion's sprawling rear gardens, walking down the winding gravel path flanked by rows of deep crimson roses. The storm from yesterday had passed, leaving behind damp earth, blooming petals, and a quiet, crisp breeze that rustled through the hedges.I wrapped my cardigan tighter around my shoulders, letting out a long, shaky breath.Beneath my ribs, my wolf was pacing like a lunatic. She was whining, scratching at the walls of my mind, practically screaming at me to run right back up those grand stairs and press our body against Ethan's injured chest. She wanted to lick h

Ethan's POVI was officially a hostage in my own bedroom.On one hand, I was irritated out of my mind. On the other, I was genuinely, deeply terrified of Emily. The woman had zero survival instincts when it came to werewolf hierarchy. She had kicked off her sneakers, curled her legs up on the velvet chaise lounge like she owned the Silverlake estate, and was currently tossing caramel popcorn kernels into the air, trying to catch them in her mouth."I'm telling you, Ruby, 'Bartholomew' has character," Emily declared, pointing a popcorn-greased finger across the coffee table. "It screams old money. It screams private jets and owning half the stock market.""I am not naming my son Bartholomew, Em," Ruby laughed, shaking her head as she crossed out another entry on a yellow legal pad. "He'd get bullied on the playground before he even shifts."I sat propped up against a mountain of pillows, watching them. The throbbing ache in my shoulder was still there, but honestly, I barely felt it. I