All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Damien paced restlessly across the study, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. Hours had passed, and still no sign of Stephanie. She had left without a word, without telling anyone where she was going, and now the sinking feeling in his stomach was growing heavier by the minute."Where the hell is she?" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His wolf was restless too, growling in his mind, urging him to take action. But Damien resisted, telling himself that maybe she just needed some time to clear her head.But what if she didn’t come back?The thought hit him like a punch to the gut, and he stopped pacing, staring out of the window at the darkening sky. Had she left him? Had she taken the bold decision and run off for her own mental peace? The weight of their recent troubles, the sorceress’s warning, and the unsettling events around the pack were enough to make anyone break. But Stephanie? No, she wouldn’t just leave…would she?He swallowed

As Stephanie made her way back to her family she felt a great deal of tension rise slightly when she saw Damein sitting with Caleb and Kayla, their little faces filled with confusion. He had been explaining the situation to them, trying to protect them from the harsh reality while not hiding the truth entirely.“I know she looks scary,” Damien was saying as Stephanie entered, “but the sorceress is here to help us fight against some bad forces. It's nothing for you to worry about.”Kayla's small voice broke through the air. “Am I the bad force, Daddy? Is that why she’s asking for me?”The words stung. Damien knelt beside her, cupping her small face in his hands, his gaze intense but soft. “No, sweetheart. You’re the bravest, kindest girl I know. You’re special, but in the best way. The sorceress just wants to make sure that no one—no force—tries to hurt you or anyone else in the pack.”Kayla’s wide eyes searched his face for reassurance. She wanted to believe him, but fear clung to her

In the silence of the hallway, they stood together, leaning on each other. Before Stephanie spoke"Damien," Stephanie began softly, looking up at him with worry in her eyes. "What exactly did the sorceress say she needed for the ritual?"Damien let out a deep breath, his expression hardening as he recalled the sorceress’s unsettling request. "She said she has most of what she needs," he started, running a hand through his hair, "but… she asked for alpha blood. My blood, specifically, since the ritual is for Kayla. And…” He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line.Stephanie’s heart pounded in her chest. "And?" she prompted, her voice barely above a whisper, already dreading the answer.“And she also asked for the blood of a hybrid wolf,” Damien continued, his voice strained. “And… a dragon scale.”Stephanie’s eyes widened, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as if she could steady her rapid heartbeat. “A dragon scale?” she echoed, her voice shaky. “Why would she need some

As they settled into their seats at a quiet, sunlit corner of the pack’s outdoor café, Zita leaned across the table, flashing a warm smile. She reached for Stephanie's hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s good to see you outside for a change,” she said. “I thought some fresh air and good food might help take your mind off things.”Stephanie managed a soft smile, though her mind was already drifting back to the problems at hand. “Thank you, Zita. It does feel good to get out. I know you’re right about this—taking a break is probably exactly what I need.” Her words were sincere, but the worry was still evident in her gaze, her smile faltering as she glanced down at the papers Zita had handed her. Zita’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she tapped the progress report on the upcoming Luna ceremony. “Look, everything’s on schedule. You’ll have a proper Luna ceremony—something worthy of all you’ve been through and all you are to this pack.”Stephanie nodded as she looked over the report, but h

Stephanie lay beside Damien, his arm heavy and comforting around her. His breathing was steady and content, so different from the tension that had surrounded them earlier. She could feel his warmth, his trust, and it made the guilt in her heart swell. She closed her eyes, exhaustion threatening to pull her into sleep, but she fought it, knowing what lay ahead.When Damien’s breathing deepened, signaling he was finally asleep, Stephanie carefully slid out of his embrace. Her heart pounded as she crept across the room to the dresser, where she’d hidden the syringe Zita had given her. She hesitated, staring at the small vial attached to it, knowing how it would feel to draw blood from her mate. As she lifted the syringe, she whispered, “Moon Goddess, please forgive me. And Damien... I hope one day you’ll understand.”She padded back to the bed, barely daring to breathe as she approached him. Her hands trembled as she leaned over, reaching for his arm with the syringe poised. Just as she