His Regret, My Rise
When I married Alpha Damian Blackwood, I believed my love could melt the ice in his eyes. Five years, countless sacrifices, and a son later, I finally learned the truth: to him, I was nothing but a convenient Luna and a free babysitter.
I discovered this the day I walked into our home and found him buried inside another woman, our five-year-old son sitting on her lap, calling her "Mommy."
The pheromones in the air didn't lie. He'd chosen her. He'd always chosen her.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I threw my wedding ring at his feet and walked out with nothing but a small suitcase and my shattered pride.
What Damian didn't know—what no one knew—was that the "pathetic Luna" he discarded also happened to be the secret tech genius behind a billion-dollar startup, a hacker so skilled that the world's most powerful wolves beg for her services.
But when I walked into Thorn Industries looking for a fresh start, I didn't expect to find Kaelen Thorn—the most powerful Alpha in the city, a man whose silver eyes saw right through my walls and claimed something in my soul I thought long dead.
He gave me a job. A home. A life.
He gave me back myself.
Now Damian wants me back. He says he wasn't in his right mind. He says our son needs me. He says he still loves me.
But Kaelen stands beside me, his hand on my back, his wolf ready to tear apart anyone who dares hurt me again.
The old me would have gone back. The old me would have believed his lies.
The old me is dead.
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. In my case, what almost destroyed me made me into someone even I never expected.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4: INTO THE UNKNOWNCHAPTER 4: INTO THE UNKNOWNThe apartment Kaelen had given me was on the twentieth floor of a building connected to Thorn Tower by a enclosed skybridge. When I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I actually laughed out loud.It was bigger than the entire floor Damian and I had shared.Open-concept living area with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A kitchen that belonged in magazines—stainless steel appliances, marble countertops, a island big enough to seat six. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a balcony with potted plants and actual outdoor furniture.I walked through it slowly, touching things. The soft gray couch. The smooth granite. The fresh flowers on the dining table with a card: "For new beginnings. —KT"Liora was practically prancing with joy. Safe. Warm. OURS."It's not ours," I told her. "It's a company apartment. Temporary."But even as I said it, I knew I was lying. Nothing about Kaelen Thorn's offer felt temporary. Nothing about the way he'd looked at me felt
Última actualización: 2026-02-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 3: THE PRICE OF BEING A DOORMATCHAPTER 3: THE PRICE OF BEING A DOORMATI stared at the text message for a full ten minutes, reading it so many times the words started to blur."I know who you are. I know what you can do. Come to Thorn Tower at 10 AM if you want a new life. Come alone."Thorn Tower. Kaelen Thorn. The name alone sent shivers down my spine—and not entirely from fear. Every werewolf in the region knew about the Thorn Alpha. He'd built an empire from nothing, transforming his pack from a struggling collection of nobodies into one of the most powerful forces in the city. His company dominated werewolf tech. His wealth was legendary. His reputation... well, his reputation was complicated.Some said he was ruthless, cold, calculating. Others said he was fair, just, unexpectedly compassionate. The one thing everyone agreed on? Kaelen Thorn didn't make mistakes. He didn't take risks. Every move he made was calculated, deliberate, part of some larger plan no one else could see.So why was he texting a rejecte
Última actualización: 2026-02-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 2: "MOMMY"CHAPTER 2: "MOMMY"The car started on the first try, which felt like the universe's smallest mercy.I sat in the driver's seat of my beat-up Honda—the one Damian had refused to replace because "Lunas don't need flashy cars"—and gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles went white. My hands were shaking. My whole body was shaking. Liora paced inside my mind, a restless energy that demanded action, demanded something, but I couldn't move yet.I couldn't drive away.Not because I wanted to go back. Not because I harbored some foolish hope that Damian would come running after me, begging forgiveness. I knew him too well for that. Damian Blackwood didn't beg. Damian Blackwood didn't apologize. Damian Blackwood sat on his throne of indifference and watched the world burn around him.No, I couldn't drive away because my son was still in that house.Theo.My baby. My entire world compressed into thirty pounds of chaotic energy and sticky fingers and unconditional love. The only good thing
Última actualización: 2026-02-18
Chapter: CHAPTER 1: THE SCENT OF ANOTHER WOMANCHAPTER 1: THE SCENT OF ANOTHER WOMANI walked in on my husband fucking another woman while our five-year-old sat on her lap, and my legs gave out before my brain could process what I was seeing.My knees hit the marble floor with a crack that should have alerted them. It didn't. Damian kept thrusting into her like nothing in the world mattered except the sounds she was making—sounds I'd never been able to draw from him in five years of marriage. The woman, some brunette with a face full of makeup and a body that belonged on magazine covers, threw her head back and moaned loud enough to wake the dead.And on her lap, perched like he belonged there, sat my son.Theo.Five years old. Blond hair like his father, hazel eyes like mine. He was munching a cookie, crumbs falling on the woman's bare thigh, his little legs swinging happily as he watched his father fuck a stranger on our living room couch.Our couch. The one I'd picked out. The one we'd made family memories on—or so I'd thought.
Última actualización: 2026-02-18
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