All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Stephanie sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the blood sample in her hand, staring vacantly at the wall. It felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, where no matter what she did, everything around her only grew more chaotic. Her heart ached with the realization of how things had spiraled—how she’d deceived Damien and how, despite her best efforts, nothing seemed to feel right. The fear of losing everything—the pack, her children, even Damien's trust—hovered over her like a dark cloud.Just then, the door creaked open, and she looked up, her breath catching as she saw Damien standing there. He was holding something wrapped in cloth. Without a word, he walked over to her and extended it. "Here," he said quietly, his voice flat and distant. "This is the hybrid blood and dragon scales."Stephanie took the items from him, her fingers trembling as she looked down at them. She tried to meet his eyes, to say something, anything, to explain herself, but his gaze was cold and unreadable. W

Stephanie felt torn apart, because of the choices she had been forced to make. She knew she had no other option, she would have to take matters into her own hands. She was a mother, and her instinct to protect her children overpowered every other feeling.She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the decision she had made. ‘I’ll do the ritual. Tonight.' The words felt final in her mind, like a weight sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Damien will understand… or at least, I hope he will.’The problem lay with how she would convince her children. Kayla, especially, wouldn’t understand why they were doing this without their father’s presence. She glanced at her daughter and Caleb as they played in the living room, unaware of her turmoil. She forced a smile, stepping forward to join them.“Hey, guys,” she said softly, sitting down beside them.Caleb looked up, his eyes bright. “Mom! Is dad back?”She forced her smile wider, trying to keep her voice steady. “Actually… Your dad wants t

Stephanie felt the ground sway beneath her as the sorceress's furious tirade rang out through the trees. The sorceress paced back and forth, her voice dripping with contempt. Her eyes, now darkened with malevolent power, gleamed with a mixture of triumph and anger.“You think I’m a mere pawn, Alpha Damien,” the sorceress spat, addressing the empty air as if Damien were standing before her. “You send your pathetic excuses, your imitation trinkets. You insult my craft as if I’m some common conjurer! I could bring your whole pack to its knees.”Stephanie’s heart raced, each word from the sorceress stinging like a slap. She tightened her hold around Caleb and Kayla, who were both trembling against her sides. Her mind whirled in confusion. Why hadn’t Damien told her the truth about the items? Was this some kind of strategy? Or had he truly abandoned them to face the consequences alone?As if in answer to her racing thoughts, a sudden, powerful voice cut through the darkness.“No one is bri

Althea and Laila squared off, the air between them swirled with energy. Althea stood tall, radiating a calm but undeniable power, her expression resolute. She raised her hands, and a soft light began to emanate from her fingertips, shimmering with a soft, golden glow that seemed to pulse with life itself.In contrast, Laila seethed with fury, her movements erratic and filled with hostility. Her fingers twitched, dark energy sparking from her hands and curling around her like smoke. Her eyes, sharp and venomous, locked onto Althea’s with a hatred that seemed to consume her.“Is that all you have, dear sister?” Laila sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. “All those years and you’re still playing the little saint.”Althea’s gaze was steady, unphased by Laila’s taunts. “Laila, this doesn’t have to end like this. You’re my sister. We can still make things right.”Laila’s laugh was harsh, full of scorn. “Make things right?” she spat. “There is no right. There’s only power, and you’re to

Stephanie stirred, blinking sleepily as the trauma of the previous night’s ordeal washed over her. She glanced beside her to see Damien, Kayla, and Caleb, all nestled close together, their faces peaceful in sleep. The children had insisted on sleeping with them that night, clinging to the safety and warmth they found between them after the terrifying events they'd endured. Stephanie had found no reason to say no; in fact, their closeness had provided her with a rare sense of calm.Taking a deep breath, Stephanie gently placed her hand on Damien’s shoulder, whispering his name as she brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen across his face. "Damien," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. He blinked awake, his gaze meeting hers, still clouded with sleep. Slowly, she woke the children too, brushing a soft kiss over each of their foreheads. Kayla’s eyes fluttered open first, followed by Caleb’s, both of them stretching and yawning.A heaviness lay on her heart, an ache t