The Goodbye he regretted
For three years, Selene loved a man who never loved her back.
Her marriage to Damien vance was built on obligation, not affection. He married her to fulfill his grandmother's wish, but his heart had always belonged to someone else. Still, Selene endured the coldness, the distance, and the loneliness, hoping that one day her love would be enough.
Then, everything changes.
On the happiest day of her life, Selene discovers she is pregnant after years of trying. Overjoyed, she rushes home to share the news with her husband, convinced that this miracle might finally bring them closer together.
Instead, she walks into a nightmare.
Damien's first love, Aurora, has returned.
The woman he never stopped loving is suddenly back, and Selene finds herself pushed aside as though she never mattered. Before she can reveal her pregnancy, Damien hands her divorce papers and asks her to leave.
Heartbroken and carrying a secret that could change everything, Selene signs the papers and disappears from his life.
But some goodbyes are not as final as they seem.
As Damien begins building a future with the woman he thought he wanted, he slowly realizes that the person he truly depended on is gone. The wife he overlooked, the woman who stood by him through everything, has vanished without a trace.
And when long-buried secrets begin to surface, Damien is forced to confront a devastating truth that comes far too late.
Now, the man who once let her go will stop at nothing to find her.
But after everything he has done, will Selene ever give him a second chance?
Or will the goodbye he demanded become the regret he carries for the rest of his life?
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Chapter: CHAPTER 132 "A recent photo," Richard said again, jaw tight. "In case something happens to you. For the memorial portrait." Charles almost laughed. Cursing him the second they were in the same room. Classic. "Not necessary," he said, voice flat and unbothered. "I'll stay alive. Just for you, old man. Otherwise nobody in this family's got the guts to pull the plug when the time comes — you'll still need me around for that." Richard's face went from red to purple in under two seconds. "You bastard—" He spun toward the hallway. "Finley! Bring me the whip!" He was already reaching down, yanking one handmade leather shoe half off his foot like he meant to throw it straight at Charles's smug expression. Michael got an arm across Richard's chest before the shoe left his hand. Ethan grabbed Charles by the shoulder and hauled him back a full step. "Enough," Michael said, not loud, but final. Mila and Susan crowded in on either side of Richard, murmuring, patting his arm, trying to talk him down.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 131 Lucas realized what he'd said a half second too late and clapped a hand over his own mouth. Damien didn't look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the mansion beyond the gates, dark and reflecting every light spilling out of its windows. Faint laughter drifted across the grounds, carried on the night air. He could just barely make it out. Cold settled into his chest, the kind that had nothing to do with the weather. Selene. Michael's girlfriend, apparently, if the whispers were true. And this family — this many wives, this many children by different mothers, decades of tangled loyalties under one roof — Damien had assumed it would break her. He'd assumed the mess of it would be exactly the kind of thing that made a woman quietly give up and walk away. Instead she sounded like she belonged there. The laughter kept coming, easy and warm, proof enough on its own. They liked her. Actually liked her. His face went pale. Something bitter climbed up his throat and sat there, thick enoug
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Chapter: CHAPTER 130 The Rolls-Royce rolled through the antique gates of the Ashford mansion, wheels crunching over gravel worn smooth by a hundred years of traffic. Word of their arrival moved faster than the car. By the time Maureen and Michael stepped out, Brew the butler and a line of servants were already waiting on either side of the entryway, backs straight, heads bowed. "Welcome home, Ms. Maureen!" "Ms. Maureen, may you live a long and healthy life!" Maureen pressed two fingers to her forehead, holding back a laugh. Immortality. Sure. She'd take it if anyone was offering. Before she could take another step, two women came rushing down the front steps toward her. "Maureen!" Aunt Mila reached her first, hands already out. "We missed you so much." Behind her, Susan khores closed the distance in three long strides — shoulder-length hair swinging, purple satin blouse with a silk bow at the collar, wide-leg black trousers that made her look even taller than she already was. "Aunt Mila. Aunt Su
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Chapter: CHAPTER 129 Evening settled over the Ashford Hotel entrance, and Michael Ashford's Rolls-Royce sat parked out front, plate reading 8965. Doormen straightened their posture just standing near it. Passersby slowed down to stare. In a corner of the lot, tucked out of the light, a black Maybach waited.Damien sat in the back seat, lips pressed into a thin line, eyes fixed on the Rolls-Royce like a hawk watching something it couldn't decide whether to hunt. The hotel's glass doors slid open. Maureen walked out with Steven a step behind her. Damien's gaze sharpened, noticing Selene's breathtaking look. Light makeup. Hair down, loose over her shoulders. A pale blue silk dress that moved with her, cinched at the waist, hem catching the breeze — soft, graceful, nothing like the sharp-shouldered pantsuits and blood-red lips she'd been wearing lately. He hadn't seen her dressed like this in a long time. Something behind his ribs pulled tight. She could wear anything. Any designer, any label, any co
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Chapter: CHAPTER 128 In the general manager's office of Ashford Hotel, the supposedly very busy Maureen had a chainsaw in her hands and three screaming survivors to catch. She leaned into the monitor, thumb mashing the trigger button. On screen, her butcher character kicked down a door and let out a roar loud enough to make the office speakers crackle. One survivor down. Two left. Beside the keyboard sat a cold beer and a half-eaten box of fried chicken, grease soaking through the paper. She grabbed a piece without looking, took a bite, eyes still locked on the screen. Nothing beat this. Summer barbecue on the rooftop. Winter cheese fondue with her brothers arguing over the last dumpling. Fried chicken and a controller in her hand. Simple things. Good things. Her character cornered the second survivor. She pressed the button a beat too hard, teeth grinding. Three years, she thought. Three years she'd spent chasing something that never once turned around to look at her. She'd had a smoke allergy
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Chapter: CHAPTER 127 Damien picked up the graduation photo album and opened it from the first page. The masked man's moves kept replaying in his head. The footwork. The angle of the strikes. And the eyes — he knew those eyes from somewhere. He went through the album slowly, covering each face with his palm, leaving only the eyes exposed. Comparing. Discarding. Moving to the next. Lucas stood by the window, watching him work. Damien stopped on one page. His hand hovered over it. Thick eyebrows. Sharp, charming eyes staring straight into the camera lens. He stood up so fast the chair scraped back. "You found something," Lucas said. Damien didn't answer right away. His eyes were fixed on the name printed under the photo. *Charles Adams.* "Selene Adams." He said it slow, like he was tasting the words. "Charles Adams." His pulse picked up. "No wonder he called her baby sis." He remembered him now. Military academy, second year. The only student who ever came close to beating Damien in hand-to-han
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The alpha's contract
When her fated mate rejects her to elevate his pregnant mistress, a warrior Luna leverages her economic genius to form a dangerous, one-year marriage contract with the continent’s most ruthless Supreme Alpha to reclaim her stolen birthright and force her betrayers to grovel.
Briar, the daughter of a former Alpha, spent two years building the economy of the Silvercrest Pack alongside her fated mate, Alpha Tristan. But loyalty is erased overnight when Tristan's mistress, Genevieve, surfaces claiming to carry the pack's next heir. Publicly humiliated, framed for an assault she didn't commit, and stripped of her dignity, Briar watches the sacred mate bond decay into a rotting wound. Worse, the psychological trauma forces her inner wolf, Vesper, into a silent coma, leaving Briar completely isolated in a pack turning against her.
Briar refuses to slip away quietly as a defenseless rogue. To escape with her life and her dignity, she must reclaim the ancestral lands and assets of her birth-pack, Shadowvale, which were absorbed during her marriage. Her only shot at defeating Tristan's political machine lies with Alpha Logan Vance,the untouchable, fiercely powerful head of the Alpha Council. Gatecrashing her own pack’s gala in a show of defiance, Briar bypasses her cheating husband to pitch a business deal to Logan in exchange for his supreme legal backing.
Logan Vance doesn't want her money. Recognizing the brilliant mind behind the region’s massive economic boom, the powerful Alpha delivers an ultimatum: he will dismantle Tristan’s standing, force the mistress to grovel, and restore Briar's ancestral birthright. The catch? She must sign a contract to become his official, public Luna for one full year.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 82Briar's pov Genevieve sobbed into Tristan's chest like her whole world had just ended, shoulders shaking, hands fisted in his shirt. Tristan held her stiffly, arms wrapped around her out of instinct more than anything, his face still frozen in shock. I watched them and felt nothing. No jealousy, no old ache, nothing but the quiet satisfaction of watching a lie finally collapse under its own weight. "Elder Adams." I turned to the panel before Tristan could recover enough to speak. "Alpha Tristan told this Council, under oath, that he didn't know where Genevieve was. He then demanded I be punished for lying. We now know exactly who lied, and it wasn't me. I'd like that addressed." Elder Adams studied Tristan for a long moment, something cold settling into his expression. "Agreed. Alpha Tristan, you knowingly misled this Council during a formal hearing. That is a serious offense, regardless of the outcome of the larger case." Tristan lifted his head, Genevieve still clinging to
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Chapter: CHAPTER 81Briar's Pov Tristan stared at the photos like they might rearrange themselves into something less damning if he looked long enough. "These are fake." His voice cracked on the word. "Doctored. Anyone can fake a photo, Elder Adams, this proves nothing." "Then we'll verify them." Elder Adams didn't even glance up as he slid the photos toward a waiting attendant. "IT will confirm authenticity within the hour. Metadata, timestamps, location data — it's a simple process." Tristan stood so fast his chair nearly toppled. "Fine. I'll wait outside." "Sit down, Alpha Tristan." Elder Adams's tone didn't rise, but it didn't need to. "This hearing is not concluded. You'll remain until we resume." "I have pack business—" "That can wait an hour." Tristan's jaw worked like he wanted to argue further, but one look at the panel told him it wouldn't help. He grabbed Cassian's arm and stormed toward the exit, already pulling his phone out before the doors had fully opened. I watched him go and f
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Chapter: CHAPTER 80 Briar's pov "You don't have to do this," Logan said, eyes on the road, one hand resting over mine. "Yes, I do." "We could let it go. Build our life, focus on the pack, let the Council handle the rest of it from here." "No." I pulled my hand back. "He killed my father, Logan. I'm not walking away from that so we can have a peaceful breakfast schedule." "I'm not asking you to walk away from justice. I'm asking you to let someone else carry it for a while." His voice was careful, gentler than I expected. "You haven't slept right in weeks." "I'll sleep when he's punished." He went quiet at that, knuckles tightening slightly on the wheel. "And if the Council doesn't rule in your favor? If they need more than what you've got?" "Then I'll get more." I looked out the window so he wouldn't see my face. "I have to, Logan. If I stop now, it means he wins. It means my father's death just disappears. I can't let that happen." He reached over again, slower this time, and laced h
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Chapter: CHAPTER 79 Tristan's pov Holding Genevieve should have felt like relief. It did, for about a minute. Then the quiet crept back in, and underneath it, that same hollow space where Briar used to sit. It wasn't filling. If anything, it felt like it was rotting a little more each day. I carried her upstairs and set her down on the bed in one of the guest rooms. "Take a bath," I said. "We'll talk about what comes next after." She looked up at me, eyes still wet, and smiled like I'd handed her the world. "I love you, Alpha Tristan." The words sat in my mouth, ready to go back to her. I opened my lips and then stopped, because it wasn't true. I didn't love her. I never had, not really. I needed her to give me an heir. A pup would settle the pack, silence the whispers, secure what I already had. That was all this was. "Go bathe," I said instead, and walked out. She came back wrapped in a towel, skin still damp, and slid into bed beside me like she belonged there. She let the towel slip. I look
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Chapter: CHAPTER 78 Briar's pov Two days. That was all it took for the cabin to feel like the only real place left in the world. Logan loaded the last bag into the jeep, and I stood on the porch, not ready to let it go yet. "I want to come back here," I said. He turned, shirtless, jeans hanging low, and crossed the porch in three steps. His arms wrapped around me, warm and solid, and I pressed a kiss to his chest. "Most handsome wolf alive," I murmured against his skin. He laughed, low in his throat. "Keep talking like that and we're never leaving." "If I'd known you built this for me, I would've married you sooner." "No, you wouldn't." He tipped my chin up. "You would've called the police and told them your stalker built a cabin in the woods to kidnap you." "I would not have." "You absolutely would have." I shoved his chest, and he caught my wrist, grinning. "Fine. I'll build a time machine. We start over. You fall for me in half the time." "Deal," I said. "But you're still shirtless in thi
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Chapter: CHAPTER 77 Briar POV I stared at Grandfather across the table. "So what are we supposed to do? If Killian knows something, we need him alive and in his right mind when we take this before the High Council." Logan's hand tightened around mine beneath the table. "That's easier said than done," he murmured. "What do you mean?" Grandfather let out a long breath. "The Council dungeons aren't exactly designed for gentle treatment." A chill ran down my spine. "What happens to him?" "Interrogation," Logan said. "And Killian isn't going to confess just because we ask nicely." "But he can testify." "He won't," Grandfather said firmly, "not if he believes the punishment waiting for him is worse than anything we can offer." I shook my head. "Then don't let them break him." Logan's thumb moved slowly over my knuckles. "Briar—" "No." I pulled my hand back slightly. "We need him. If Genevieve is still missing and we don't have enough evidence against Tristan, Killian might be our only chance." Gr
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