LOGIN**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.
View MoreBack at the Blackwell mansion.Leslie returned from the salon late in the afternoon. Her hair was perfect now. Shiny. Styled. Expensive looking.It made her feel like even more of a fraud.She stood in the entrance hall for a moment after the driver dropped her off, looking at herself in the large mirror by the door. The woman staring back at her had perfect hair and hollow eyes and a face that had learned to show nothing.She barely recognized her.Eight months ago she had been a waitress who laughed too loud and cried at commercials and called her mother every single day. Now she stood in a mansion that cost more than her entire neighborhood and felt less like a person than she ever had in her life.She turned away from the mirror and walked inside.She heard the voices before she reached the sitting room.Laughter. Coming from behind the partially open door.Her stomach twisted.She knew that laugh.Victoria.Leslie walked quietly toward the sound, her heels barely making noise on
The next morning, Leslie woke up to sunlight streaming through her window.For a moment, just a brief, stupid moment, she forgot where she was. Forgot what had happened. Forgot the humiliation and the tears and the crushing weight of everything.Then reality came crashing back.She sat up slowly, her body aching. She hadn’t slept well. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the cameras. The laughter. Victoria’s cruel smile.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.She picked it up and immediately wished she hadn’t.Social media was exploding. Photos of her from last night, covered in filth, running away, crying, were everywhere. The comments were worse.“Who even is she?”“Tony Blackwell’s wife? More like his charity case lol”“She looks like she crawled out of a dumpster”“I can smell this picture”“Poor girl doesn’t belong in that world”Leslie’s hands shook. She turned off her phone and set it down.She couldn’t look at it anymore.She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. In the
Catherine poured herself a glass of brandy, her hands steady. Elegant. Like she hadn’t just destroyed a girl upstairs.Tony loosened his tie and dropped into the leather chair across from her. “She made it easy.”“She always does.” Catherine took a sip, savoring it. “Did you see her face when you called her an embarrassment? I thought she might actually faint.”Tony laughed. It was cold. Empty. “She’s pathetic.”“Useful, though.” Catherine swirled the brandy in her glass. “For now.”“For now,” Tony agreed.Silence settled between them. Comfortable. Conspiratorial.Catherine walked to the window, looking out at the manicured gardens. The estate that now belonged to them. Every inch of it paid for with blood and lies.“I spoke with the warden today,” she said casually.Tony looked up. “And?”“Your dear step-brother is doing poorly.” Catherine’s lips curved into a smile. “Apparently prison doesn’t agree with him. No family visits. No phone calls. No hope. It’s all very depressing.”“Good
The voices grew louder downstairs.Her entire body went rigid.Tony was home.And he wasn’t alone.Leslie’s stomach dropped as she recognized the second voice.Catherine. His mother.“Absolutely humiliating,” Catherine was saying. Her voice carried up the stairs like venom. “Do you know how many people saw that?”“I know, Mother.” Tony sounded tired. Annoyed.“Do you? Because right now our family name is attached to a girl who showed up to a charity gala covered in dog shit.”Leslie closed her eyes.“Where is she?” Catherine demanded.“Probably hiding in her room.”“Good. I want to talk to her.”“Mother.”“Now, Tony.”Footsteps on the stairs. Heavy. Purposeful. Angry.Leslie stood up quickly, her heart racing.The footsteps stopped outside her door.A sharp knock. Three times.“Leslie.” Catherine’s voice was ice. “Open this door.”Leslie’s hands were shaking. “I, I’m not dressed.”“I don’t care. Open the door. Now.”Leslie took a breath and unlocked it.The door swung open immediately
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