All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alpha Damien had requested that the birthday party for Caleb be held in the morning against the afternoon it was usually held. This was because they would be driving over to Stephanie for the joint party of their children. As usual, Chef Mark was put in charge, a task he did wholeheartedly every year, and this year's party was special. He spent most of the early hours of the morning in the kitchen, he did his work graciously from years of experience. Alpha Damien couldn't be there because he was busy handling the pack business. Some juveniles had broken pack rules, and it fell on him to deal with them as his beta Chris was indisposed. As much as he wanted to be at Caleb's party, responsibilities came first. He knew that Caleb would understand, and he would be there with him at the party his mother was organizing.The air was filled with the sweet aroma of baking pastries. Chef Mark had taken it upon himself to bake three cakes. The main one, a rich chocolate cake adorned with Caleb'

Stephanie stood at the doorway, she had been counting down the hours until she could see Caleb again. Their phone conversations over the past two days had been lovely, but nothing compared to the warmth of a physical embrace. The event planner she hired had transformed the venue beautifully, but Stephanie's involvement in the process had been hands-on. She wanted everything to be perfect, not just for Caleb, but for Kayla too.Kayla, however, has been difficult lately. Her tantrums had escalated, and she frequently accused Stephanie of loving Caleb more. "You just care about him because he's a boy and your precious son!" Kayla had shouted during one of their arguments. Stephanie had tried to soothe her, explaining that she loved them both equally, that they were her children, carried in her womb, and born from the same love.But Kayla remained unconvinced. She missed the simpler times when it was just her, her mother, Grandpa Hank, and occasionally Dr. Zita. The return of Caleb had di

“Where is the birthday girl?” Dr. Zita said as she walked into the venue. She came in late due to work and most of the guests had already left, and Alpha Damien, along with Caleb and his friends, were making preparations to leave. Stephanie's face lit up upon seeing her old friend, and she quickly moved to greet her."Zita! I'm so glad you could make it," Stephanie exclaimed, embracing the doctor warmly.Dr. Zita returned the hug “So where is he, don't keep me in suspense.”Stephanie brings Caleb closer to her and Dr. Zita’s face broadens into a smile.“My! Caleb, you've grown so much!" She said, "I remember when you were just a tiny baby. Now you're almost as tall as I am!" She chuckled, ruffling his hair.Caleb grinned shyly, looking up at the woman who seemed so familiar yet was a stranger to him. Stephanie placed a hand on Caleb's shoulder and introduced them. "Caleb, this is Dr. Zita. She was there when you and Kayla were born. She helped bring you both into this world and saved

Stephanie reached out and took Dr. Zita's hands, her eyes brimming with tears that she had held back for too long. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "It's not me who should be thanking you, Zita. It's you who deserves all the thanks in the world." She squeezed Zita's hands tightly, as she continued. "You helped bring my children into this world and made sure we all survived when we were poisoned. You found an antidote for Kayla, giving her a chance at a new life, even when I foolishly accused you of trying to harm us. Because of you, I'm here with my children today. The life I live now, the happiness I feel, it's all because of your unconditional love and dedication."Dr. Zita's eyes welled up as she listened to Stephanie's heartfelt words. Their shared history of trials and triumphs was a memory held dearly. They both sobbed quietly, as they hugged each other.After a while, they pulled themselves together. Stephanie gently wiped her eyes and asked, "So, when do you plan to travel

Dr. Zita's heart pounded as she entered the room where Chris lay, his once vibrant presence now diminished to a still form on the bed. The sight of him, covered in bruises and burn marks, brought a lump to her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but the tears came anyway, quietly streaming down her cheeks. She moved closer, her hands trembling slightly as she took a seat beside him."Chris," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's me, Zita. Everything's going to be okay. You just need to fight a little longer."She gently took his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. Her fingers traced the outline of his, remembering the times they had held hands in the past. "I know we haven't spoken in years," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I still care about you. I always have. And I need you to get better, to see how much you're loved."As she spoke, she felt a slight pressure against her hand. Startled, she looked down