Lahat ng Kabanata ng The alpha's Regret : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter One: The Perfect LunaThe pack house smelled like pine and meat and old wood. Maya breathed it in as she walked down the hall at dawn. Her bare feet made no sound on the worn floors. She'd been awake for hours already.She'd checked the infirmary. Restocked the bandages. Counted the medicine. She'd settled a fight between two young wolves over hunting grounds. She'd sat with a crying she-wolf whose mate came home with a deep wound on his leg. Maya cleaned the cut herself. She stitched it with steady hands while the she-wolf wept.The sun wasn't even up yet.That was her life now. Every day. Every week. Three years of this.She found Xavier in the great hall. He stood over the big wooden table with Marcus, his Beta. His back was to her. Broad shoulders. Dark hair still wet from his morning run. His scent hit her,cedar and snow and something deep and warm that made her wolf stir.She loved that scent. She'd loved it since the first time she smelled it.Maya..He turned. His grey

Chapter Three: The Cracks WidenThe days after Seraphina's return blurred into a haze of quiet suffering.Maya woke each morning before dawn, just as she always had. She tended the pack. She healed the wounded. She smiled at the elders and soothed the omegas and pretended her world wasn't crumbling around her.But the cracks were spreading.Xavier grew colder with each passing day. He stopped coming to bed at night. He claimed he was working late, buried in pack business, too exhausted to climb the stairs. Maya found him in the study most nights, slumped over the war table, Seraphina's shawl draped across the chair beside him.Her scent clung to everything. To him. To the house. To Maya's nightmares.Maya tried harder. She cooked his favorite meals,roasted venison, honeyed bread, the spiced stew he'd loved when they first mated. She left plates outside his study door. She wore the dresses he used to compliment. She brushed her hair the way he liked, soft waves cascading down her back.

Chapter Five: The Feast of UnityThe days before the Pack Unity Feast passed like a slow death.Maya moved through the pack house like a ghost. She did her duties. She tended the omegas. She smiled when she had to. But inside, she was hollow. Empty. A shell of the woman she'd been.Xavier avoided her completely.He ate in his study. He slept in the guest quarters. He spent every waking moment with Seraphina, their heads bent together, their voices low and conspiratorial. Maya watched them from across rooms, her heart bleeding, her wolf whimpering.He's made his choice, Kaelen said. We need to make ours.But Maya couldn't leave. Not yet. The Pack Unity Feast was in three days. All the allied packs would be there. The eyes of the werewolf world would be on Silver Crescent. She had to be there. She had to fulfill her duties as Luna.After that... after that, she could disappear.She pressed her hand to her belly. The tiny flutter was still there. Still alive. Still hoping..I'll keep you

Chapter Seven: Three Years LaterThree years passed like water through open fingers.Maya stood at the window of her beachside house, watching the sun rise over the ocean. The sky was painted in shades of pink and gold. The waves crashed gently against the shore. Seagulls cried overhead.It was peaceful. Beautiful. Everything she'd ever wanted.She took a sip of her coffee and smiled.Three years ago, she'd been broken. Bleeding. Running for her life. She'd collapsed at the border of the human world, pregnant and alone, with nothing but the clothes on her back and a shattered heart.Now she had everything.A successful career. A beautiful home. A daughter who was the light of her life. Friends who loved her. A family she'd chosen for herself.She was thriving.We made it, Kaelen said softly. We actually made it.Maya pressed her hand to her chest. Her wolf was content. At peace. The bond with Xavier was gone,severed, broken, dead. She'd healed. She'd moved on.She didn't need him anym

Chapter Nine: The Knock on the Door The drive to Port Crescent took six hours.Xavier didn't stop. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep. He just drove, his hands gripping the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.He'd left Silver Crescent at dawn. The sun was setting now, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. The ocean appeared on his left, vast and endless. The coastal town of Port Crescent lay ahead.His heart pounded. His hands shook.What am I going to say? he thought. What am I going to do?He didn't know. He just knew he had to see her. I had to see his daughter. I had to try to make things right.He found the address the trackers had given him. A small house by the sea, painted white with blue shutters. A garden full of flowers. A swing set in the yard.A home. A real home.Xavier parked the car. He sat there for a long moment, staring at the house. His heart hammered in his chest. His palms were slick with sweat.She's in there, he thought. She's in there, and she doesn