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 More“I can smell it from here!”
“How did she not notice?”
Leslie’s hand flew to the back of her head. Her fingers touched something wet. Sticky. When she pulled them away, they were brown.
No.
No no no no no.
The cameras flashed brighter. Faster. People were pulling out phones now, recording. She could see the red lights. The sneers. The disgust.
“Tony.” Her voice came out as a choke. She turned toward him. “Tony, please.”
He was already standing beside her, posing for the photographers. His jaw was tight. His smile was frozen in place.
“Tony, please.”
“Smile,” he hissed under his breath. His lips barely moved. “Don’t make a scene.”
“But I, there’s something.”
“I said smile.”
A woman in a glittering gold dress stepped closer, her perfume suffocating. “Oh honey,” she cooed, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Did you fall into a toilet before coming here?”
The crowd roared with laughter.
Leslie felt her face burning. “I don’t, I don’t know what happened.”
“Clearly.” The woman wrinkled her nose dramatically. “The smell is absolutely rancid.”
More laughter. It bounced off the walls, off the cameras, off Leslie’s skull.
She looked at Tony desperately. “Please, can we just.”
“Are you serious right now?” He turned to face her fully. His eyes were ice. “Do you have any idea how you look?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t think. As usual.” His voice was sharp. Cutting. “Do you know who’s watching right now? Investors. Board members. People whose opinions actually matter.”
“Tony, I swear I don’t know how this.”
“Of course you don’t know.” He stepped back from her like she was diseased. “Because you’re careless. Clueless. Do you think I wanted to bring you here looking like this?”
The cameras kept flashing.
Someone shouted, “Tony! Tony, is this your wife?”
“Unfortunately,” Tony muttered.
Leslie felt something crack inside her chest.
A man in a suit, older, silver hair, stepped forward with a handkerchief pressed to his nose. “Miss, perhaps you should step aside. Before the smell gets worse.”
“Yes, please,” a younger woman added, fanning herself. “Some of us are trying to breathe here.”
The laughter was deafening now.
Leslie tried to speak but nothing came out. Her throat was closing. Her eyes were burning.
She looked at Tony one more time.
He wasn’t even looking at her anymore. He’d turned back to the cameras, that perfect smile plastered on his face again.
“Go home, Leslie, the Northern Territory Alphas are watching.” he said quietly. Coldly. “And don’t come out until you figure out how not to embarrass me.”
Someone whistled.
Someone else laughed.
Leslie stumbled backward. The cameras followed her. The phones followed her. The laughter followed her.
She turned and ran.
Her heels clicked frantically against the red carpet. She could hear them behind her, the whispers, the giggles, the cruel voices.
“Did you see her face?”
“Poor thing didn’t even know!”
“How does someone not notice dog shit in their hair?”
“Maybe she’s used to it.”
Leslie shoved through the crowd, past the security guards, past the velvet ropes. She didn’t stop until she was in the parking lot, gasping for air, her whole body shaking.
She looked down at her hands. They were still covered in it.
The dress, the beautiful, expensive dress Tony had bought her, was ruined.
Everything was ruined.
She wanted to scream. To cry. To disappear.
Instead, she just stood there in the dark parking lot, alone, while inside the gala continued without her.
The laughter still echoed in her ears.
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*Inside, near the champagne fountain, a woman in a crimson dress watched Leslie’s retreat through the glass doors.*
*Her lips curved into a smile.*
*She lifted her phone and typed a message.*
*Then she set it down, picked up her champagne, and waited.*
Tony had not been told about the phone call.He understood this the way he understood most things Catherine kept from him, not through being told but through the quality of silence that surrounded a subject when she considered it closed. She had mentioned, briefly, that Leslie had experienced some difficulty during the errand the previous night. She had said it in the tone she used for things she had already categorized and filed and did not intend to reopen for discussion.He had not pushed.He had learned, over a significant number of years, that pushing Catherine directly was the least effective method of learning what she actually knew.He stood now at the window of his study and looked at the grounds below and thought about the timing of it.Leslie had been sent out alone. At night. To a store across town that closed at nine, with no driver and no car and no backup arrangement if something went wrong. He had not been consulted on this and he had not known about it until afterward
Leslie came through the doorway, saw Catherine, and stopped for just a fraction of a second before continuing toward the far counter where she had apparently intended to leave something she was carrying.Just a fraction.Brief enough that a person not paying attention would not have registered it.Catherine registered it.She watched Leslie set down the item she was carrying and turn back toward the door with the careful ease of someone who was trying very hard to move normally. She watched the line of Leslie’s shoulders and the way her hands fell at her sides and the speed with which she chose to walk rather than linger.“Leslie,” Catherine said.Leslie stopped. Turned. “Yes?”Catherine looked at her. “How are you feeling this morning?”A pause that was not long but was present. “Better, thank you.”“No lasting effects from last night?”“I’m tired,” Leslie said. “But I’m all right.”Catherine nodded slowly. “Good. If you need anything, tell Maria.” She held Leslie’s gaze for a moment
Catherine had not slept well.She did not consider this a weakness. She had not slept well on numerous occasions over the years when situations required thought rather than rest, and she had learned long ago that the hours between two and five in the morning were frequently more productive than the hours between nine and five in the afternoon, because they were quiet and uninterrupted and required her to rely entirely on her own reasoning rather than on the performance of reasoning that occupied so much of her waking day.She had spent them thinking about the phone call.By morning she had reached several conclusions and several more questions, and she carried both with her as she moved through the house in her usual manner, which was to say completely and without drawing attention to the fact that she was paying attention to anything in particular.The man on the phone had been controlled.That was what stayed with her most. Not the words, which were deliberately vague in the specifi
Victoria arrived the way she always arrived, with purpose and with people behind her.Two assistants from the design house she had been working with followed her through the front entrance carrying garment bags over both arms, and a third woman brought up the rear with a collection of flat boxes stacked carefully against her chest. Victoria had spent the morning pulling together pieces she thought Tony should see, things she had specifically chosen with him in mind, and she had decided that arriving with them was better than calling ahead because calling ahead gave people the option of saying not today.She walked in without that option being available to anyone.The house felt different the moment she was inside it.She noticed it before she could name it. The entrance hall looked exactly as it always did, everything in its correct place, nothing visibly changed, but the atmosphere was off. A member of the household staff passed through the corridor ahead of her and moved too quickly






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