All Chapters of The Alpha’s Last Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Lock the door. Let her calm down in her room."I stepped down the spiral staircase from the third floor, holding a cold-storage box. Derrick's voice hit my ears, thick with exhaustion and irritation.At the corner of the stairs, six-year-old Hazel pressed herself flat against the wall.Her white dress was ripped at the seam. Scrapes covered her bare knees. She curled into a tight, trembling ball.Maids from the east wing stood along the walls, heads down. Nobody dared to step in.Nadia knelt on the floor, rubbing seven-year-old Wyatt's hand.A faint pink mark barely showed on the boy's skin, yet he wailed at the top of his lungs."Derrick, don't blame the child..." Nadia looked up. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her voice barely a whisper. "I wasn't watching Wyatt closely enough. He just thought the stone was pretty and wanted to touch it..."Near the edge of the rug lay a moonstone, cracked clean in half. The twisted chain sat beside it.Derrick carved that amulet himself. He stayed

The emergency room doors swung open. Derrick blocked the exit in two long strides."Where are her blood tests?"The pack's head physician still wore his mask. He clutched the charts, pinned against the door by Derrick's massive build."Alpha... Nadia's vitals are completely normal."Derrick stared him down, his eyes turning dangerous. "Normal? She collapsed in violent convulsions, and you tell me she's fine?""Her skin showed minor irritation from stinging nettle," the doctor offered the papers forward with shaking hands. "Nettle causes temporary redness and itching. Zero neurotoxins. The seizures you saw were either panic, or deliberate faking."Deliberate faking.A sharp pulse hammered Derrick's temples.He had condemned Valerie over a lie. No lethal poison. Just a harmless primer herb.The greenhouse scene crashed back into his mind.He remembered shoving Valerie to the ground to reach Nadia.Something heavy shattered. That was... the uncut purple wolfsbane cabinet.Three months ago

Red emergency lights flooded the hallway outside.Violent pounding shook the door frames.Beyond the clear glass panel, Derrick looked like a cornered beast. He slammed his fists against the door over and over."Valerie! Come out! We need to settle this!"Killian stood in front of me. He tossed his suit jacket onto the counter and rolled up his shirt sleeves with a flat face."He can't break it," I said quietly. I stared at his twisted face through the glass."I know." Killian turned to me. "Your call. Do we let him in?"I opened my mouth, but Hazel tugged at my sweater."Mommy, let him in. I want to tell him myself. He is not my daddy anymore."I looked down at my daughter. Then I walked to the central console and hit the unlock button."Let him in."The mechanical lock clicked open. Both heavy doors slid apart.The second a gap appeared, Derrick stumbled inside."Valerie!"His eyes locked onto me across the room. Bloodshot. Terrifying. He charged toward me. "Come back to New York wit

"Mommy, look!"Hazel ran into the lab with her small hands held high. Tufts of pure white fur sprouted from her palms. Pure joy filled her eyes.I crouched down and stroked her little head.For four years, the people in Derrick's pack sneered behind her back. They called her blood dirty. They said she would never shift into a White Wolf.Now, her true bloodline was fully awakened by my serum."Good girl," I praised softly. "Tomorrow, we can start practicing claw control."I stood up. New notifications flashed across the monitors on my workbench.Nine months had passed. Everything was different now.My serum stabilized our pups' bloodlines. It crushed the feral rage gene in grown wolves.The High Council Medical Board approved my research by a unanimous vote. Purchase orders flooded in from every major territory.With this breakthrough in my hands, major pack leaders spoke to me with deep respect. No one dared cross us anymore.News from New York arrived in bits and pieces.After return