Alpha’s Regret: Reclaiming His Forsaken Mate
“A scarred slave is no mate for a Lycan King."
Used, discarded, and carrying the Lycan’s unborn child, Thalia's nightmare deepens when she overhears a chilling plan: after she gives birth, they'll take her baby and cast her out. But before she can escape, tragedy strikes and she barely escaped with her life.
Saved by a mysterious stranger, Thalia recovers with vengeance burning in her heart, but what she never expects is to find herself in the center of a dangerous web of desire and political intrigue and now she must flee again and find out the truth about her identity and her mother’s death.
But fate has other plans
On the run, Thalia stumbles upon a familiar figure in the forest—Lycan Alaric, lying in a pool of his own blood, clinging on to his dear life.
The mate who destroyed her is now at her mercy.
Caught in a dilemma, Thalia must decide to put her hatred aside for her quest for justice.
As she navigates her path full of danger, betrayals and unexpected alliance. Can Thalia find love and redemption, when her mate reappears, seeking to claim her?
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Chapter: Chapter 40 Thalia’s POV: It was *him*. The man from last night. My breath hitched, my pulse roaring in my ears like a trapped beast. The air thickened, pressing against my lungs as if the very room conspired to suffocate me. My nails bit into my clammy palms, the sting a feeble anchor against the storm inside me. *Moon Goddess, please. Don’t let him say anything—* “Thalia.” Princess Elena’s voice snapped me back. Her gaze pinned me in place, sharp as a blade’s edge. “Yes, my lady.” The words barely escaped, my voice a fragile thing. I dipped my head slightly, a practiced show of deference—anything to avoid the weight of their stares. She exhaled, slow and deliberate, her fingers flexing against the gilded back of the throne before she rounded it and settled into the seat. “I trust you’ve been enjoying your stay?” Her tone was casual, surprisingly. “Y-yes, my lady. Thank you for your kindness.” My fingers twisted in the fabric of my skirt, my gaze fixed on the f
Last Updated: 2025-07-21
Chapter: Chapter 39 Thalia’s POV: The moment Lillian’s door shut behind me, I was swallowed by the night. I pulled my cloak tighter, the fabric rough against my fingers as I kept my head low, my face hidden. The road to the castle stretched before me—empty, shadowed, too quiet. My breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, each step quicker than the last. *Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.* I should have stayed. Lillian had offered me shelter, but no—I’d been too proud, too desperate to flee before more rumors could take root. “She’s a witch." “Black magic." The whispers clung to me like smoke. I wasn’t a witch—I knew that much—but what had happened today? That hadn’t been me. It had to be the girl. Lillian’s daughter. And now, because I’d been reckless enough to intervene, I was paying for it. A gust of wind howled through the trees, snapping at my hood like greedy fingers. I yanked it back down, my hands trembling. *Just get to the castle. Pretend none of this happened.* But th
Last Updated: 2025-07-19
Chapter: Chapter 38 Back at The Royal Wraith Pack: Princess Elara’s POV: The royal court hummed with quiet deliberation as I sat at the round table with the elders, reviewing tax revisions for the coming season. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the stone walls, and the scent of aged parchment and ink lingered in the air. And just then— The heavy oak doors groaned open. All eyes snapped toward the interruption. A guard stood at the threshold, his armor slightly crooked, breath uneven as if he’d sprinted here. He didn’t even knock. How dare he? “Elders,” he greeted with a stiff bow before his gaze flickered to me. “My princess.” “I believe you’ve lost your manners.” I exhaled sharply through my nose. “Or is it that you fail to recognize the weight of matters being discussed here?” He flinched. “I-I apologize—” “Get out,” I flicked my wrist dismissively and turned back to the scroll before me. “Forgive me, Princess—but the law demands I speak
Last Updated: 2025-07-17
Chapter: Alaric’s POV: His Downfall Alaric’s POV: I had just finished talking with the head guard. We agreed to send a search party into the forest to look for Thalia. The guards had turned the whole pack upside down, but they still couldn’t find her. So now, we had no choice but to check the woods. She couldn’t have gone far. I walked into my room and closed the door, trying to clear my head. But I couldn’t stop thinking. I paced back and forth before deciding to take a shower, hoping it would help. When I got out, I pulled on some shorts and lay down, bare-chested, staring at the ceiling. But my mind wouldn’t shut off. At first, I was furious that Thalia had lied to me. But worse than that—she ran instead of facing me. One thing was certain: she couldn’t hide forever. I would find her. And when I did, she’d regret it. I had thought about using the mate bond to track her. If I went with the search party, maybe I could sense her. But there was one problem. The bond was gone. She’d
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
Chapter: Alaric’s Downfall Meanwhile at Alaric’s Pack.. While Mira had successfully smuggled Silas out of the pack, Valerie remained behind, scheming. The chaos around her was nothing but noise—background static to the real prize: her coronation. And she would make it happen. *Soon.* Valerie’s POV: I stormed out of my father’s quarters, my vision blurred with furious tears. I had gone to him for guidance—for reassurance—but instead, he had given me a weapon. His words slithered through my mind, venomous and slick: *"You’re a woman, Valerie. A beautiful one. Use that. Make him want to speed this up."* My hands clenched at my sides as I strode down the dimly lit hallway, my breath ragged. The implication was clear. I was nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool to be wielded. But if that was the game they wanted to play, then fine. I would play it better than any of them. Slamming my chamber door behind me, I tore off my red cloak and flung it onto the hanger. My reflection in th
Last Updated: 2025-07-12
Chapter: The Knitting Of Flesh Thalia’s POV: “Who are you?” The man standing beside the injured girl demanded, his voice sharp with suspicion. I didn’t answer—just stared at my bloodstained hands, my mind racing. The girl’s mother gaped at me in disbelief before dropping to her knees beside her daughter. “Julia, are you okay?” *Julia.* So that was her name. “I feel… better, Mama,” Julia murmured, her voice weak but steadier than before. “The pain… it’s gone.” “But how?” Her mother’s gaze flicked from Julia to me, wide with confusion—and something else. Fear? Awe? I swallowed hard. “I don’t… I don’t know,” I admitted, holding up my stained palms as if they held answers. Behind us, murmurs spread through the gathered crowd. “Black magic,” one muttered. “She’s a witch,” another hissed. I whipped around, still on my knees, glaring at the man who’d spoken. “I’m not a witch.” “Then explain what just happened!” “I can’t!” I snapped, pushing to my feet. The crowd recoiled as i
Last Updated: 2025-07-11
Chapter: The Beginning of An EndIan’s POV The police lights painted the night in streaks of red and blue, casting long shadows across the gravel driveway. Uncle Brown was shoved into the back of a squad car, his face pressed against the glass, eyes burning with defiance even in defeat. I watched as the car pulled away, the weight of his betrayal still settling in my chest like a stone. Mona’s hand found mine, her fingers threading through my own, warm and steady. *Alive.* That was the word that echoed in my mind. After everything—after the lies, the danger, the years of silence—we were still here. Still standing. Vance cleared his throat, his arms crossed as he leaned against his car. "We can’t put this off any longer," he said, his voice gruff but not unkind. "The company, the will, the truth, it’s time." I exhaled sharply, nodding. He was right. My father’s legacy, Uncle Brown’s vendetta, the secrets that had festered between us—none of it could stay buried. Not if we wanted to move forward. --- **
Last Updated: 2025-06-09
Chapter: Chapter 89Ian povI couldn't fathom the gravity of the situation unfolding before me. "Come on, this can't be happening, Uncle," I implored, my voice strained as I struggled to maintain my composure. "After all these years, you're actually here for the property?"Uncle Brown's eyes narrowed, transforming his once familiar face into a mask of cold calculation. “The property was merely a means to an end, Ian,” he sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Your father’s company was supposed to be mine—the rightful inheritance that was stolen from me. I’ll stop at nothing to reclaim what is rightfully mine.”Fury surged through me, and with a sudden burst of strength, I broke free from Vance's iron grip. "You’re a liar!” I shouted, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I charged toward him, my heart pounding defiantly in my chest. “My father’s company was never yours to take!”The air crackled with tension as the weight of our family’s troubled past hung heavily between us, and I felt the resolve with
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Chapter 88Mona povI turned to Flynn, my voice barely above a whisper, laden with a mixture of anxiety and urgency. "What are you doing here?" I asked, striving to keep my tone neutral despite the tempest of confusion and dread roiling within me.Flynn's gaze remained locked on Ian, her finger pressing firmly against the trigger as if it were an instinctive extension of her will. "Shut up, Mona," she growled, her voice low and tinged with menace, sending an unsettling chill racing down my spine.As Vance took a deliberate step closer to me, the air between us crackled with tension. His eyes, ablaze with a potent mix of anger and raw, haunting pain, bore into mine. "You want to know why I’m here for Ian?" he asked, his voice thick with venom, as if each syllable were laced with deep-seated rage. "It’s because his family is responsible for the deaths of two cherished souls in my family."My heart raced as I processed Vance’s words, their weight hanging oppressively in the air like a dark cloud. "
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Chapter 87Vance povI have waited an eternity for this moment, the chance to confront Ian face-to-face. As I lingered in the shadows behind Flynn, her eyes blazing with fierce determination, she brandished a gun tightly gripped in her fist, the metal glinting ominously in the dim light. I caught a glimpse of Mona, her jaw dropping in disbelief at my unexpected presence, but her reaction was the least of my concerns. I had sacrificed too much and endured too many trials for this long-anticipated day to finally arrive.FIVE YEARS AGOI sprawled across my couch, the soft fabric pressing against my skin as I enjoyed the sun-drenched afternoon. Davina sat beside me, her fingers gliding effortlessly over my body, a tantalizing touch that sent shivers down my spine. She wore a vibrant bikini that hugged her curves perfectly, the bright colors contrasting against her sun-kissed skin. Just as I turned my head to meet her playful gaze, my phone erupted with a sharp chime from the table, disrupting the mo
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Chapter 86MonaIan’s grasp tightened protectively around me. “It wasn’t my intention, Mona. I was desperate to secure the contract. I thought it was just a one-time mistake, but… it meant nothing in comparison to what we have. You mean everything to me.”I pulled back slightly, lifting my gaze to meet his, my eyes swollen and reddened from the tears. “You love me?” I asked, the words almost escaping in a whisper, fragile and filled with uncertainty.He nodded solemnly, his eyes unwavering, fiercely locked onto mine. “I love you, Mona. I was foolish, and I made a terrible mistake. But I promise, from this moment on, I will do everything to make it up to you.”A surge of emotions collided within me, swelling in my chest like a tidal wave. Before I could grasp the weight of my feelings, the words escaped my lips, unfiltered and raw: "I love you too."Ian's face brightened instantly, a glimmer of hope igniting in his deep, expressive eyes. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me with a warm
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
Chapter: Chapter 85Moña povI stood at the window, gazing out as the morning sun poured its golden light into the room, illuminating every corner with a radiant warmth. The sunlight danced playfully across the walls, casting whimsical shadows that flickered in the stillness. Yet, despite the beauty surrounding me, I felt no joy and no sense of peace. It had been two long days since I last saw Ian, and the ache of his absence lingered like a heavy fog, refusing to lift. I blinked twice, the brightness cutting into my eyes like shards of glass, and finally drew the curtain closed, effectively banishing the cheerful light that seemed so foreign to my mood.Turning away from the window, I trudged toward the door, the motion feeling mechanical and heavy, as if an invisible weight pressed down on my shoulders. I grasped the cool metal handle, feeling its firmness beneath my fingers, and turned it slowly, pushing the door open with a soft creak. The corridor beyond was eerily quiet, the air thick with a stilln
Last Updated: 2025-05-13
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