ALPHA'S REGRET: The Triplet Secret
Raya spent her entire life invisible, loving Brock from the shadows of the packhouse. He was the future Alpha; she was just the orphan best friend. Until the night he was crowned. One night of whiskey, blurred lines, and a mistake that should have changed everything.
It didn't. Because the next morning, Brock found his fated mate, Claire. He didn't just choose her; he erased Raya from his life with a ruthlessness that shattered her.
Heartbroken and carrying a secret that would shake the pack's foundation, Raya ran. She built a new life in the human world—famous neurosurgeon, happy girlfriend, and fierce mother to three secret, chaotic wolf-shifter toddlers.
Six years later, the past comes knocking. Literally.
Kidnapped and dragged back to the place that broke her, Raya finds a very different Brock. His "fated" marriage is a disaster, his father is dying, and his heart is stone cold. He demands her medical skills to save the former Alpha, but he gets more than he bargained for.
Brock expects the timid girl he left behind. Instead, he finds a woman who doesn't give a damn about his Alpha command.
But as they clash, the Moon Goddess plays her cruelest trick. The bond snaps into place—a second chance. Brock feels it instantly. Raya, dosed on suppressants, feels nothing but hate.
Brock broke her once. He won't get the chance to do it again. But Brock is an Alpha who gets what he wants, and now that he’s tasted her scent again? He’s not letting her leave.
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Chapter: Chapter 5The Luna’s First CommandThe silver dagger felt like ice against my throat. Claire’s smile was wide, her eyes glowing with a predatory light that shouldn't belong to a "perfect" Luna."The silver-pits are a long walk, Claire," I whispered, my heart hammering against my ribs. "You really want to get your expensive heels dirty on your first night?""For you? I’d walk through fire," she hissed. She pressed the blade a fraction harder, and I felt a thin line of heat where the metal broke the skin. "You think you’re so clever. You think because you have history with Brock, you have a leash on him. But fated mates don't share, Raya. And I don't keep trash in my garden.""I'm not his mate, Claire. I'm an Omega. You've already won," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Why do you care so much about me?""Because he looks for you," she spat, her face contorting with rage. "Even when he’s holding me, his wolf is searching for your scent. It’s disgusting. It’s a glitch in the bond that
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Chapter: Chapter 4Brock slammed his glass down on the desk. The sound made me flinch. He moved so fast I didn't see it coming. In a heartbeat, he had me pinned against the door, his hands on either side of my head."You want the truth?" he hissed, his breath hot against my face. "The bond is everything, Raya. When I touched her, it was like the world finally turned from black and white to color. Everything I felt for you... it was a shadow. A flicker. Compared to her, you are nothing."I felt the tears finally spill over. "You're lying. You're trying to convince yourself because the pack expects this.""I don't care what the pack expects," he growled, leaning down so his lips were an inch from mine. "I want her. I want her in my bed, I want her marking my skin, I want her pups. And you? You're a reminder of a life I’ve outgrown."He grabbed a lock of my hair, tugging it back so I had to look at him. His eyes weren't soft anymore. They were cruel."You are a peasant, Raya. An orphan we took in because w
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Chapter: Chapter 3The Shadow of a LunaThe silence in the foyer was worse than a scream. It felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room, leaving me gasping for air while clutching a silk sheet that smelled of the man currently trying to destroy me.Declan, one of the lead guards, stepped forward. He didn't look me in the eye. He just reached for my arm, his grip like a vice."Don't touch me," I whispered, my voice cracking."Move, Raya," Declan muttered, his tone low. "Don't make this harder than it has to be. You heard the Alpha."The Alpha. Not Brock. Never again just Brock.I looked down at the man on the floor. He was leaning into Claire, his hand possessively on her waist. He looked like he was under a spell. The way his wolf was vibrating, reaching out to hers, was a physical force in the room. It was the fated bond, the thing of legends, and it was currently trampling over every promise he had made me in the dark."Is this a joke?" I shouted, my voice finally finding its strength. "Broc
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Chapter: Chapter 2"Too many people," he growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose brushing my skin. "Goddess, Raya. You’re the only thing that smells real."My hands instinctively went to his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart through the expensive fabric. "You’re doing great, Brock. Everyone is impressed.""I don't care about them," he muttered against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled back, his eyes dark and dilated. The wolf was close to the surface. "I only looked for you. The whole night. I was scanning the room, waiting for you.""I'm here," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'm always here."He looked at me, really looked at me, and the intensity in his gaze shifted. It wasn't just friendship anymore. It was hunger. The line we had walked for years—the line I had been terrified to cross—was blurring."Eloise was there," he said, his voice dropping to a rasp. "She kept trying to touch me. Talking about bloodlines. About the future." H
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Chapter: Chapter 1The Night Everything ChangedThe mirror didn’t lie, but I wished it would. Just for tonight."You’re shaking," a voice sneered from the doorway. "Trying to vibrate out of that cheap dress, Raya?"I didn't turn around. I didn't have to. I knew that voice like I knew the sound of my own heartbeat. Eloise. The future Beta female, if her father had his way, and the bane of my existence since we were five years old in the pack nursery.I smoothed the fabric of the emerald green gown over my hips. It wasn't cheap—it had cost me three months of savings from my shifts at the pack clinic—but compared to the silk and designer labels filling the hallway tonight, I knew I looked like exactly what I was: the charity case. The orphan the former Alpha took in out of pity."Go away, Eloise," I muttered, grabbing my clutch. "Don't you have an Alpha to fawn over?"Eloise stepped into the room, her nose wrinkling as if she smelled wet dog. "Brock won’t be looking at you tonight, Raya. He’s taking the ti
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Chapter: The Integrity ProtocolThe Architect’s BurdenThe flight to New York was long, silent, and entirely fictional. We had driven immediately from The Archive to a private airstrip outside Oxford, where a chartered jet—registered to a distant Momentum subsidiary—was waiting. As the plane climbed, leaving the legal and market chaos of London behind, the adrenaline finally receded, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion.18:00 GMT (1:00 PM EST).We weren't traveling to escape; we were traveling to convene an unscheduled, off-the-books meeting with the engineering firms responsible for the original Sector 4 construction. They held the key to the ultimate truth of the structural flaw—the flaw that had been the genesis of every lie and every subsequent attack."Vos, Finch, Reed... they were just parasites," Andrea murmured, staring out at the darkening sky. "The structural flaw was the original sin. If we don't fix it, the market will find another Reed, another Finch, and another lie will be necessary.""The $6 milli
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Chapter: The Ghost in the MachineThe Co-ordinates of RetreatThe revelation of Dominic Reed’s decade-long plan—the Ghost in the Machine—left a chill far deeper than the crisis created by Vos or Finch. We weren't fighting greedy opportunists; we were fighting a visionary who had weaponized his own creation. Reed wasn't looking for a hostile takeover; he was orchestrating a surgical theft of our most valuable intellectual property: the Momentum Neural Network (MNN), currently housed in the decommissioned military bunker beneath East London.12:35 GMT."We can't call the police," Andrea stated, already tapping the co-ordinates into a private navigational app on her satellite phone. "If we involve the authorities, we expose the existence of the MNN and our uncertified backup facility. It would destroy the SLC's legal position against Helios before it even begins. This has to be silent, and it has to be now."I pulled up the security schematics for the East London facility, code-named 'The Archive.' I was the only pe
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Chapter: The Genesis of Oversight The Corporate AlibiThe two separate flights were a necessary deception. Andrea and I boarded two different long-haul jets at Heathrow, only to disembark moments before takeoff, slipping out through pre-arranged secure channels. We weren't flying to disappear; we were creating a traceable alibi of absence while remaining within striking distance of the unfolding crisis. We needed to be ghosts in the system, and what better place than a private, soundproof apartment overlooking the City—close enough to see the smoke, but too far to inhale the fire.The emergency System Integrity Broadcast (SIB) and the subsequent board vote for the Special Litigation Committee (SLC) had worked. The initial stock dip caused by the $6 million pre-emption was now overshadowed by the news of the massive lawsuit against Helios Trust for corporate espionage. The market loved a good fight, and the immediate fear of bankruptcy had been replaced by the high-stakes drama of legal warfare. Finch’s plan for a q
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Chapter: The Black Box ConfessionThe Runway GambitThe black cab screeched to a halt at the Terminal 5 drop-off, the automated voice announcing, “Please ensure you have all your belongings.” The time was 11:15 GMT. The emergency board meeting was scheduled to adjourn in forty-five minutes, or longer if the panic set in.“Our flight leaves in three hours. We don’t have time to go inside,” Andrea declared, her eyes scanning the mass of travelers moving into the departure hall. “We need to find the quietest, most secure power source and upload point immediately.”We found a secluded, glass-walled conference pod in the business services lounge—a temporary haven amid the organized chaos of the airport. It wasn't lead-lined like The Vault Club, but it had power, decent Wi-Fi, and, crucially, relative anonymity.Andrea opened her tablet, connecting a specialized encryption key—a physical, multi-factor authentication device—to the port. “Finch designed the Black Box system to be an isolated fortress. Data goes in, data
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Chapter: The Necessity of AbsenceThe Coordinates of OversightThe lead-lined door of The Vault Club hissed open, bathing the subterranean space in the cold, weak light of the late morning City. Stepping out onto the stone pavement felt like emerging from a deep-sea dive; the noise of London, the horns, the distant sirens, and the frantic clicking of market data felt overwhelming after the profound silence below.“The necessity that tracks him…” I repeated, pulling my coat tighter against the November chill, trying to connect Vos’s calculated cruelty to a higher source. “He’s a predator, Andrea. He hunts weaknesses. He doesn’t take orders.”Andrea paused at the edge of the street, not hailing a taxi but staring across the square toward the imposing, glass-and-steel monolith that housed the Financial Conduct Authority (FCA).“Vos is a narcissist, Ethan, and narcissists are rarely original,” she countered, her voice sharp and low. “He is under FCA investigation. He is desperate to clear his name. What does the Ledg
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Chapter: The Zero-Hour TransferThe Chronological WeaponI stared at the spreadsheet printout. It was an internal transfer slip, labeled cryptically: PROJECT S4 - REMEDIAL CAPITAL INJECTION.The amount was the notorious $6,000,000. But the date... the date was a ghost.Execution Date: 23:58 GMT, 17th Nov.“This is impossible,” I whispered. “The $6 million Remedial Liabilities was signed off on the 18th. The paperwork, the Sector 4 final sign-off, was completed at 10:00 GMT on the 18th.”Andrea’s eyes, tired but fierce, held mine. “Exactly. Vos has proof we paid the $6 million, and proof that we tried to hide it in a generic ‘Liabilities’ account. He believes the transaction happened after the final sign-off, making it a fraudulent, undisclosed cost hidden from the anchor tenants.”“Because it did happen after,” I countered, remembering the frantic, late-night scrambling.“No, Ethan. The paperwork was backdated. The actual capital was injected minutes before midnight on the 17th,” she stressed, tapping the pa
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