Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins

Seraphina’s POV

I was making my way through the packhouse corridors, intending to discuss patrol rotations with the Beta, when cruel laughter stopped me cold.

"Look who we have here, the rejected mate," a voice dripped with venom.

My blood ran ice cold. They were talking about Penelope. The same woman who now watches over my children with genuine care. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

I shoved the door open without hesitation. Four pack members surrounded Penelope like vultures circling prey. She sat curled into herself on the sofa, her skin ashen and eyes swollen from tears.

"Seriously, Penelope," Kiara purred with sickening sweetness, crouching down to meet her eye level, "you have to be the most pathetic wolf in this territory. Did you miss the announcement? Your precious mate is gone forever. You’re nothing but abandoned garbage now."

Penelope recoiled as though physically struck, wrapping her arms tighter around her knees.

The fury that had been simmering inside me for weeks erupted. I stormed across the room before I could think twice. My Luna presence flooded the space like a tidal wave, pinning all four tormentors in place.

"Explain to me exactly what you think you’re doing," I demanded, my tone deadly quiet.

Kiara scrambled for composure, forcing her lips into a saccharine smile. "Luna, we were only having some fun. Penelope understands we care about her, don’t you?"

My stare could have cut glass. "You consider torturing a pack member entertainment? You find pleasure in mocking her pain, her humiliation?" My voice remained controlled, but the weight of my authority made them quake. "I heard nothing resembling humor. Only savage cruelty."

I studied each of their faces until shame forced them to look away.

"Allow me to be crystal clear," I pronounced each syllable with deliberate precision, my Luna power crushing down on them like gravity itself. "I will not permit, nor will I ever excuse, the abuse of anyone under my protection. Not in this pack. Not while I draw breath."

Memories of my own torment flooded back, every instance I was made to feel worthless and broken. That poison would never spread to another soul on my watch.

"Should I discover that any of you have continued harassing Penelope or anyone else, banishment will seem merciful. You’ll spend your remaining days scrubbing floors and emptying waste buckets. Leave my sight immediately."

They fled like startled prey, stumbling over each other in their desperation to escape.

Once the door slammed shut, heavy silence settled over us. I turned toward Penelope slowly. Her frame trembled as she gazed at me through tear-clouded eyes.

"Seraphina," she breathed, her voice raw with emotion. "I’m so incredibly sorry."

I frowned, genuinely puzzled. "Sorry for what exactly?"

"For everything," she sobbed. "For being one of those monsters. For laughing while others destroyed you all those years ago. I was despicable. Yet today, you’re the one who rescued me. I don’t deserve such kindness."

I settled beside her on the cushions.

"You’re absolutely right," I stated without sugar-coating. "You were complicit in my suffering. But right now, you’re the victim, and no one deserves that treatment."

She dragged the back of her hand across her wet cheek. "But why? After everything I did to you?"

"I intervened because I endured worse abuse than you can imagine," I confessed, feeling the familiar ache in my chest.

I leaned closer, capturing her attention completely. "But here’s what you must grasp, Penelope. Bullies only have power when you surrender it to them. You cowered there waiting for me or someone else to play hero. That ends today."

Her expression went completely blank.

"You shouldn’t need me to fight your battles," I pressed firmly. "You’re a capable woman. You must confront those cowards directly and force them to retreat. Unless you defend yourself, they’ll never stop circling, regardless of how often I intervene."

I rose to my feet, ready to demonstrate my conviction through action. "I have responsibilities to handle. The next time I enter this room, I expect to see you standing tall, telling them exactly where they can shove their opinions. Are we clear?"

She nodded with growing determination, a spark of defiance finally igniting in her gaze. "Perfectly clear, Luna."

I departed the packhouse and made my way toward the dungeon.

Following her return from medical care, I established strict guidelines that while she remained imprisoned, excessive torture was forbidden. It served no constructive purpose. I required her conscious, rational, and prepared to answer for her crimes.

Being in that place brought back horrible memories of losing my child, but I steadied myself and fulfilled my duty.

I approached Roxanne’s cell. She sat against the frigid stone wall, absorbed in reading.

I gripped the iron bars, uncertain how to begin. Typically, I arrived armed with cold rage, but today I felt emptiness toward her.

Roxanne glanced up. She appeared neither frightened nor calculating. She looked exhausted.

"Hello, Seraphina," she said quietly.

"Seraphina, I realize you won’t trust me, and you shouldn’t have to. But this confinement has shown me how completely wrong I was. I was a terrible human being. I am still a terrible person."

My suspicion flared instantly. This felt like textbook manipulation.

"Spare me the theatrics, Roxanne," I cautioned, my voice hardening. "Don’t attempt some redemption performance to secure your freedom."

To my complete astonishment, Roxanne released a genuine laugh. Not mockery, but acceptance.

"Freedom? Seraphina, honestly," she shook her head, still smiling sadly. "I’ve earned everything that’s coming. After what I inflicted on you, after the life I stole, I know I deserve this prison."

"Then explain the laughter," I demanded, thoroughly confused.

"Because for the first time in years, I’m speaking pure truth, and it feels foreign," she explained.

I exhaled heavily, running fingers through my hair. I had no time for her spiritual awakening. I came here with a specific purpose.

"I’m not here for your confessions, Roxanne," I declared, my heart heavy with purpose. "I’m here because Elena must learn the truth. She deserves to know her entire life has been built on lies. And I want those words to come from you."

Roxanne’s face crumpled, all traces of laughter vanishing. She nodded slowly.

"I understand that revealing the truth won’t restore the years I stole from her and from you, the time I robbed you of being with your real daughter," Roxanne whispered, tears threatening to fall. "But perhaps Elena will finally know. And maybe, somehow, you can become the mother and daughter you were meant to be. She deserves that reality."

I turned to leave, having accomplished my goal, but one final thought demanded voice.

"I need you to understand something. I don’t hate you."

She stared at me, shocked. "How is that possible?"

"Because rather than abusing my daughter the way your mother abused me, you genuinely loved her. You truly cherished Elena. That will always earn my respect."

I drew a steadying breath.

"But respect isn’t forgiveness," I clarified sharply. "It means I’ll allow you to live. Because it would be cruel to tell my child someday that I murdered the woman who raised her for five years. I refuse to burden her with that truth."