Alpha’s Regret: My Rejected Mate Is A Healer novel Chapter 63

“Protect the Alpha!” a voice roared through the chaos, barely audible over the crackle of flames devouring the heart of the pack. Screams pierced the night air as wolves, both in human and beast form, fought desperately to defend their home.

“Hold the line! No one retreats!” Alpha Magnus’s voice thundered over the chaos, his wolf form towering over the rogue invaders as flames consumed the once-peaceful territory of the Silverclaw pack.

Kael’s small frame trembled as he clung to his mother, Luna Seraphina, who knelt in front of him. Her piercing green eyes, alight with a fierce resolve, scanned the battlefield.

“Kael,” she said, her voice steady despite the blood streaking her cheek. She cupped his face, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Take your sister and hide. Stay hidden until I come for you.”

“But, Mother, I—”

“No arguments,” she snapped, though her gaze softened. “You must protect her. Do you hear me? No matter what happens, keep her safe.”

Before Kael could respond, she pushed his baby sister into his arms. The infant whimpered softly, as if sensing the danger around her.

Go!” her voice broke as her mate, Alpha Magnus, growled beside her. “We’ll find you when it’s over.”

Kael nodded, the weight of his baby sister suddenly feeling heavier than it should. His father placed a strong hand on his shoulder, his imposing figure radiating power. “Be brave, son. Protect your sister. Always remember who you are. You’re a Silverclaw and Alpha blood runs through your vein” Magnus’s eyes burned with determination. His Silver eyes locked with Kael’s, a mixture of pride and urgency.

Kael nodded, his voice caught in his throat. He turned and bolted, his small bare feet pounding against the forest floor as the war raged behind him.

The war had begun when the rogues launched a surprise attack under the cover of darkness, their savage cries echoing through the trees.The Silverclaw pack, known for its strength and unity, had been caught off guard. But Magnus and Seraphina had fought valiantly, leading their warriors with unyielding determination. The war had escalated quickly that night. Kael’s father, Alpha Magnus, had led the defense with his beta, Garren, and gamma, Tiber.

“Form a line! Protect the women and children!” Magnus commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Wolves shifted mid-run, their snarls mixing with the rogues’ howls.

“Alpha, they’re coming from the east!” Garren, Magnus’s beta, shouted through the mindlink, his gray fur matted with blood as he tore into a rogue’s throat.

Magnus roared, shifting into his massive wolf form. His dark fur glistened under the firelight as he charged into the fray, cutting a path through the enemy forces. Beside him, Seraphina fought with lethal precision, her claws slashing through rogues with an elegance that belied her ferocity.

“Tiber, cover the rear!” she yelled to the gamma, who was grappling with two rogues at once.

“We’re surrounded!” Tiber growled, his voice strained as he threw one of his attackers.

“We’re outnumbered!” Garren shouted, his claws slashing through an oncoming rogue. “They’re everywhere!”

Magnus growled, his fangs bared. “We hold the line, or we die trying. This is our home!”

Kael had crouched behind a fallen log, his baby sister asleep in his arms, her tiny breaths a painful reminder of the innocence being shattered around them. He watched through a crack in the wood as his father fought like a demon, his powerful wolf form tearing through enemy after enemy. Blood splattered the ground, staining the once-pristine clearing.

But the rogues kept coming.

The Silverclaw warriors fought valiantly, but the rogues were relentless. They poured into the clearing like a flood, overwhelming the defenders with sheer numbers. For every rogue they took down, two more seemed to appear.

Seraphina’s gaze darted to the treeline, where Kael had disappeared moments earlier. A fleeting look of relief crossed her face, but it was quickly replaced by steely determination. She turned back to the fight, her claws and teeth flashing as she stood shoulder to shoulder with her mate.

“We can’t hold them much longer!” Garren called out, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

“Fall back!” Tiber yelled, his leg bleeding from a vicious bite. “Alpha, we need to retreat!”

Magnus hesitated for only a moment, his eyes scanning the battlefield. He spotted Kael, their gazes locking for a split second. And then Magnus nodded. “Protect the survivors. I’ll hold them off.”

“No, Alpha!” Garren protested, but Magnus was already leaping back into the fray, his claws tearing through rogue after

rogue.

“Watch over your sister…” his mother’s dying words were a whisper, her bloodied hand grasping his. And then she too was gone.

“No! Please, no!” he sobbed, shaking them as if he could bring them back.

It wasn’t until he heard the wail of his baby sister that he remembered. His head snapped up, and he turned, running back to where he had left her. But she was gone.

The rogues were retreating now, their objective complete. The Silverclaw pack was in ruins, its warriors dead or dying, its Alpha and Luna no more.

Kael fell to his knees, his small hands clutching his head as he cried out in despair. That night, he lost everything—his family, his home, his innocence. The emptiness he felt then was a void that had never been filled.

Kael woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding against his ribs. The nightmare, so vivid and real, left him trembling.

The memories never faded. The guilt never left him. Every night, he relived that terrible day, and every morning, he woke with the same hollow ache in his chest.

Kael’s chest tightened as he recalled the look in his father’s eyes that night-resolve mixed with resignation. He had known he wouldn’t survive. The memory played out in Kael’s dreams like a curse.

The days that followed the attack had been a blur. Kael, barely more than a boy, had taken on the mantle of Alpha. He ruled with a ferocity born of pain, vowing never to let his pack fall to such devastation again. But the guilt of that night had shaped him.

Kael’s name was feared. He had built his pack into a fortress, renamed his pack, driving out threats with ruthless efficiency. He had made alliances, broken them when it suited him, and carved out a reputation as a leader who would stop at nothing to protect his own.

But his search for his sister had been fruitless. Years of combing neighboring territories, interrogating rogues, and following dead-end leads had yielded nothing.

Kael ran a hand through his damp hair, his jaw tightening. “I will find you, little sister,” he vowed, his voice low but resolute. ” Even if it means combing the ends of the earth.”