Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Stephanie could hardly contain her excitement as Alpha Damien left her room. Her mind raced with ideas for the children’s activities, and she couldn’t wait to share them. “Zita!” she called, a wide smile on her face as soon as she opened the door to Chris's room where Zita spent most of her daysDr. Zita looked up from her phone, surprised to see her friend in such high spirits. “Stephanie! What’s got you so excited?”Stephanie practically bounced into the room, her hands clasped together. “Damien asked me to plan the children's activities for the Moon Festival! Can you believe it?”Dr. Zita’s eyes widened in surprise before a grin spread across her face. “He did? That’s wonderful! It’s about time he recognized you could contribute. Oh, Steph, I’m so happy for you!”Stephanie sat down across from her, a bit breathless. “I can’t wait to get started. I’ve already got a few ideas, but I wanted to run them by you first. Maybe you could help?”“Of course,” Dr. Zita said, leaning forward.

The next few days passed in a whirlwind of activity as Stephanie and the team of mothers threw themselves into organizing the children's activities for the Moon Festival. The main hall, which had always been used for formal pack meetings, began to transform into a child-friendly wonderland with a theme centered around werewolves, the moon, and the goddess herself.With Chef Mark’s guidance, one section of the hall was set up as a mini-bakery station. Long tables were covered in flour, bowls, rolling pins, and various decorations like sprinkles and icing. The children would have the chance to bake their own moon-shaped cookies and werewolf-themed pastries. Small aprons in different colors were arranged on chairs for each child, adding a playful touch to the entire setup.Across the hall, another station was dedicated to painting. Easels and paints of every imaginable color were placed neatly, with the focus on creating werewolf-inspired art. But the real hit was the face-painting area,

Towards evening, the entire pack gathered for the much-anticipated feast. The mouthwatering scent of roasting meat filled the air as the animals hunted during the night were now hoisted on rails, turning slowly over crackling flames.A long table, stretching nearly the length of the field, was laden with an impressive spread of food and drink. Everything from tender cuts of meat to fresh-baked bread, salads, Rice, lentils and desserts was laid out, tempting even the most disciplined among them.The field buzzed with pack members who chatted together as they waited for Alpha Damien to address them.When he finally arrived and took the stage, the crowd quieted, all eyes turning toward their leader. He stood tall and confident, his presence commanding respect and attention.“Thank you all for being here,” he began, his carried easily across the field. “Today, we come together not just to feast, but to celebrate our unity, our strength, and the bonds that make us a pack.”A murmur of agr

Zita's heart ached as she reminisced about the moon festival she once enjoyed with Chris. They had shared so many intimate moments during the hunts, sneaking away for stolen kisses and making love beneath the stars. But that was before everything fell apart—before Chris had cheated, and she had distanced herself, refusing to join the hunts anymore. Now, things were different. Chris was in a coma, and despite everything, she had forgiven him. She realized how much she still loved him, how close she had come to losing him, and how meaningless her anger seemed now.Instead of joining the hunt this year, Zita stayed behind with Stephanie, helping with the children and enjoying the festivities. She participated in the feast afterward, finding peace in the lively conversation and the genuine concern people showed for Chris. Many had come to her to ask how he was doing and she had felt the love they had for their beta.When Damien asked the pack to pray for Chris, it touched her deeply. She

Alpha Damien stood in his office, his eyes scanning the large map of the pack's territory on the wall. He had been contemplating this for a while, the need to get a clear and organized understanding of who was living under his protection. He finally made up his mind and called for his gamma.When Gamma Rick entered, Damien wasted no time. "I need you to conduct a census," Damien said, his tone firm.The gamma raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "A census, Alpha?""Yes," Damien continued. "I want a complete record of every member of the pack. I want the males, both werewolf and human, listed separately. The same goes for the females and children. I need to know where each of them resides, and I want the werewolves and humans clearly differentiated."The gamma hesitated, then asked, "Is there a reason for this, Alpha? Something we should be aware of?"Damien leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "It's not a matter of concern, but it's a precaution. I want to know exactly who is i