THE ALPHA’S REGRET
**THE ALPHA’S REGRET**
She was chosen for her powerlessness.
That was their first mistake.
Leslie Grant signed a contract marriage to save her dying mother and drown her family’s debts. She moved into the Blackwell mansion knowing she was temporary — a prop, a placeholder, a girl with nowhere else to go. She expected cruelty. She got something more confusing: a cold husband who ignored her, a stepmother-in-law who dismantled her piece by piece, and the creeping feeling that she had walked into something far bigger and far darker than a simple arrangement.
What she didn’t know: the man rotting in prison two hundred miles away is the true heir to everything surrounding her. What she didn’t know: she isn’t fully human. What she didn’t know: the woman who chose her, drugged her, and controlled her made one catastrophic miscalculation.
She chose an Omega.
And Omegas don’t stay asleep forever.
When Devin Blackwell sees Leslie’s photograph for the first time, the mate bond hits him like a blow to the chest. She is in his enemy’s house. She is wearing his enemy’s ring. She doesn’t even know what she is.
He can’t afford to feel this.
He feels it anyway.
*The Alpha’s Regret* is a story about a woman who was built to be forgotten — and the Alpha who discovers, too late to stop it, that she was always meant to burn the world down.
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Chapter: Chapter 22She looked at the armchairs. The table. The curtained window. The door standing slightly ajar on the far side of the room, dark beyond the gap.Nothing.She crossed the room and sat in the armchair closest to the door she had come through. She set her purse in her lap and folded her hands over it and watched Marcus sit down across from her.He placed a plain folder on the table without opening it.The feeling did not go away.She told herself it was the fear still moving through her. The residue of the locked doors and the dark streets and the gun she had seen and was not going to think about directly. She was in an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar man and her body was doing what bodies do when they do not feel safe.She told herself that.The feeling remained, quiet and persistent, sitting beneath everything else like something waiting to be acknowledged.Marcus looked at her across the table.“You’ve checked every exit in this room since you sat down,” he said.“Yes,” Leslie said
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Chapter: Chapter 21“You’re going to tell me everything that happened inside that house.”Leslie stared at the back of his head.The car had stopped but she had not moved and neither had he and the silence inside the SUV was a different kind of silence now, heavier than it had been during the drive, the kind that exists when two people are waiting to see who speaks first.She spoke first.“No,” she said. “I’m not going to tell you anything.”Marcus said nothing.“You locked me in this car,” Leslie said. “You drove me somewhere I didn’t ask to go. You haven’t answered a single question I’ve asked you. And now you want me to just start talking about my life?” She shook her head. “Who are you? Who sent you? What do you actually want from me?”Did Catherine send you?“Is this some kind of test?”Marcus said nothing. He kept his eyes on the road.“Answer me,” Leslie said. “Is this about the Blackwells? Because if Catherine finds out I’ve been sitting in a car with a stranger talking about her family, I will l
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Chapter: CHAPTER 20The driver was quiet for long enough that she had begun to assume he would not answer at all. Then he said, without looking at her, “Not to the family.”Two words more than he had given her in the last twenty minutes. She held onto them.“Then to someone inside the house,” she said carefully. “Someone who isn’t family.”He said nothing to that, which was its own kind of confirmation.Leslie looked through the windshield. The street ahead ended at a junction and the driver turned without indicating, the movement unhurried and certain, the movement of someone who had taken this route before. She watched for a street sign and found one. She did not recognize the road name. She tried to build a map in her head of how far they had come from Meridian and in which direction, but she had lost track somewhere in the middle of the journey when she had been too frightened to pay attention to anything except the locked door.She shifted in her seat and looked at him directly.“Someone knew you wo
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Chapter: CHAPTER 19Leslie stared at him.“What did you just say?”The driver did not repeat himself. He kept his eyes on the road, both hands steady on the wheel, the same controlled calm he had maintained since the moment she threw herself into his passenger seat.But those five words sat in the air between them and would not dissolve.You should have stayed inside the estate.She had not told him where she came from. She had told him the Meridian Gourmet Store. She had given him a destination and nothing else. She had not mentioned the Blackwell name, had not mentioned the estate, had not said anything about where she had walked from or who had sent her out into the night.He should not have known.He knew.Leslie’s mind moved quickly, pulling things together that she had been too frightened to connect while they were happening. The footsteps behind her on the empty street. The shadow she had caught in her peripheral vision before it disappeared. The driver appearing at exactly the moment she broke in
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Chapter: CHAPTER 18“I mean it.” She opened her phone again. No signal. She tried anyway. The call did not connect. She ended it and looked at the screen. Then she tried once more. Nothing. Her confidence slipped. Only slightly. She lowered the phone. The driver had not even looked at her. He did not appear worried. He did not appear surprised. He did not appear to care. That bothered her more than the silence. “You heard me say I was calling the police,” Leslie said. Nothing. “You know I can report you, right?” The SUV turned onto another road. Leslie looked out the window. She did not recognize the area. The streets were almost empty now. A few cars passed in the opposite direction, but there were no restaurants. No crowded sidewalks. No open shops. The city felt farther away. She looked at the door again. Then she pulled the handle. Harder this time. The lock held. “Open the door.” Her voice was louder. The driver continued driving. Leslie pressed the unlock button repeatedly. Once. Twice. Three times
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Chapter: CHAPTER 17The small button on the door panel was locked down. Leslie stared at it. For a moment, she did not move. Then she looked back at the driver. He was still facing the road. His hands remained steady on the steering wheel. His expression had not changed. He looked exactly the same as he had a few seconds earlier, calm, focused, completely uninterested in the fact that he had just driven past the place she had asked him to take her.Maybe the door had locked automatically. Luxury vehicles did that. She knew that. The Blackwell family cars locked their doors once they began moving. It was a safety feature. Nothing more. It did not mean anything. She looked at the lock again. Then she turned toward the driver. “Excuse me.” He did not respond. Leslie waited for a second. Maybe he had not heard her. The vehicle was quiet. There was no music playing. Nothing but the low sound of the engine and the tires moving over the road. There was no reason he should not have heard. Her eyes narrowed sligh
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