Alpha’s Regret Chapter 09

Alpha’s Regret Chapter 09

Blake’s head snapped up, hope flaring in his bloodshot eyes.

“Lena, I was blind before-I thought I was just some repayment for Grandfather’s debt. But I see clearly now.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

His trembling fingers brushed my doorstep. “We’re still young. We can have more pups-”

The slap echoed through the porch before I even realized I’d moved.

“You’re still trampling on everything we had!” My voice shook with decades of pent-up fury. “Of all the ways to rebel against your family, why choose this? Why break me? Because I was the easiest target?”

This Alpha never understood that everything was irrevocably lost. Our love had long been shattered by his own hands, just like our two daughters. It was all too late-forgiveness could never bridge the chasm created by death’s cruel measure.

Tears carved paths through the stubble on his hollowed cheeks. The great Alpha reduced to silence.

I tried to smile. Failed. Saltwater betrayal spilled down my face instead.

“If you’re truly sorry, Blake Wilder, then let me go. Let our daughters rest in peace.”

“The bond is already severed. Sign the deal or don’t-I’m never coming back.”

The door slammed so hard the windowpanes rattled.

Dawn revealed an empty porch. Just the bond-breaking deal lying there, his signature slashed across the bottom like an open wound.

When I met Sierra at the Moonbeam Café weeks later, the silence between us weighed more than the sugar cubes she kept stirring into untouched tea.

The updates came haltingly:

The Obedience Den-shuttered. Its torturers now facing lifetime pack bans.

Blake-found unconscious in a liquor-flooded bedroom, his wolf howling so loudly neighbors thought it was a rogue attack. The healers diagnosed something even silver bullets couldn’t fix: a soul sickness.

As for Hannah? A neat stack of embezzlement records saw her incarcerated before her abortion scars had

even healed.

Sierra’s fingers twitched toward mine. “He asks for you in his lucid moments. Would you-”

“No The word left no room for negotiation.

She exhaled through her nose “Grandpa warned me not to come. Said reopening wounds helps no one. But I needed you to know…” A shaky breath. “You’ll always be family. And I pray someday, and you’ll find it in your

heart not to hate him.”

The coffee turned to ash on my tongue.

Suddenly I was eighteen again, watching golden-hour light gild Blake’s blush as he whispered: “Fated or not, I

choose you.”

Had he meant it?

It didn’t matter now.

I drained my cup and stood, the chair screeching like a dying animal.

No promises. No lies.

Just the truth neither of us could outrun:

Some wounds never heal.

Never.

I was nine months pregnant, expecting to deliver my baby in a week, when I received a receipt from the

“Moonlight Resort” – the most luxurious hotel in the territory, along with a small note.

Hope you and your mate had an amazing night.

My mate of seven years, Dominic Blackwood, was here again with his mistress at the place where we spent our first night together. The first time was on the day I miscarried two years ago. Just then, an anonymous message appeared on my phone:

“Last night we had sex in your mating suite.”

Multiple photos and two videos were attached. I felt numb, tears streaming down my face as I clicked on one

of them.

“You’re the only one I love. I’ll reject my bond with Luna Reyna and mark you instead.” I closed my eyes, hearing my mate’s recorded confession.

Message after message flooded my screen.

“Now you know the truth.”

“I am Dominic’s true love.”

“All those nights he claimed to be patrolling the borders? He was in my bed.”

“He only stays with you for an heir to lead the pack.”

I click the link, and the Instagram page opened to reveal countless intimate photos of a couple. The latest showed Victoria sitting on a man’s lap, kissing him passionately. The caption read:

“January 23rd the day when he first saw me two years ago and it was love at first sight.”

January 23rd was my birthday. I laughed bitterly as tears threatened to fall.

As I scrolled, I noticed a pattern. Alpha Dominic’s face wasn’t visible in any photo, but I could identify him instantly. After all, I was the one who gifted him that collection of silver wolf pendants he always wore.

My hands froze as I came across one particular photo. A woman embracing a male, showing off her moonstone ring. The background was decorated with wolf’s bane flowers, with the full moon glowing bright in the night sky. The caption made my blood run cold.

“March 19: He asked me to be his Luna and I said yes!”

A year ago, this was the day I lost our pup. I remember calling Dominic repeatedly, but he never answered.