His Regret: “Dear Ex- Wife, I Want You Back.” のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Five years laterShe took a sharp intake of breath as she alighted the plane. Her five-year-old was by her side. Her arrival was as completely confidential, as she’d planned to breeze in and out of the pack in a heartbeat, going unnoticed.That was why when she stepped down and was immediately swarmed with hives of reporters it took her by surprise.Only her sister knew she was coming. How did they get that information?“Why did you leave, ma’am?”“Luna, does the alpha know that you’re here?”“Is that the alpha’s child? Is he going to be the next alpha? Is he the heir?” Microphones were all to her mouth as she pushed through them. Barely even walking intact. She had to crouch and pick her five-year-old in her arms as they swallowed her with questions.“Does your return lead us to believe that you are here to stay?”“Will you work things out with the alpha?”“You have been off the grid for five years. Did you divorce the alpha?”They hauled questions after questions that a guard was f

_Leslie's POV_A low growl rumbled in the back of my throat as I let out a frustrated sigh. "After everything he put me through, he still showed up at my door expecting me to... what? Forgive him? Forget everything he did to me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck no." Leaning against the wall, a wave of memories came crashing down on me.I recalled the pain, the heartache, and the betrayal. Nathan's face haunted me, his piercing eyes and charming smile now a distant memory. My mind wandered back to the day I left, the day my world shattered into a million pieces."I can't allow history to repeat itself," I whispered to myself, with my voice trembling. "I won't let him disrupt my life again. Oh, moon goddess, why me? Why fucking me?" The desperation in my voice echoed through the empty hallway.Still tense, a burst of ideas racing through my head, I knew I had to act fast. I couldn't let alpha Nathan get close to me or my son Marcus again. The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine. I quickl

As Leslie’s eyes fluttered opened, she took a look at her surroundings and realized it was not a dream. She was indeed trapped in a dresser with Nathan.Nathan’s grip tightened as he pulled her closer. His breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “You’re mine Les, all mine and I won’t let you go.” Leslie couldn’t tell what she wanted. Unsure whether to run or surrender. All she wanted that minute was to taste his wet lips.She smacked her lips and gently whispered. “Fuck, fuck you Nathan.” Her voice was weak, lacking any real bite to her bark. Nathan’s laughter was low and husky, his body leaning into hers. “You say that but your body tells me something else. I can see your knees trembling Les, Let me help with that.”She felt his hands go down to her ankle and slowly he began running up her legs. Leslie struggled with her emotions. That minute she had to decide what she wanted, give into her desires or flee.“No, no, no.” She cried out. “ I won’t do this with you N

_Leslie’s Pov_Days passed, they were slow and agonizing. With each passing day I told myself I wouldn’t think about him, and I wouldn’t care if I never saw him again. But those were just lies I told myself so I could feel strong. Nathan had left. And the longer he stayed away, the more restless I became. I tried to convince myself that I was happy he was finally gone, that him leaving was a blessing, a chance to finally clear my head and forget about him. But every time I closed my eyes, I see his face, his gaze, and his pained expression as I turned my back on him. My hash words echoed in my mind, haunting me. "You could die for all I care." Oh no I didn’t mean it. I never meant it. But I said it. And now, I had no way of taking it back. I stumped around in my bedroom late at night, my arms wrapped around my breast, trying to fight the tension growing in my heart. Each day that passed without a word from him made the feeling grow worse. Was he alright? Did he get back to Gr

Leslie exhaled slowly, her sharp eyes fluttered opened, scanning Maria’s face, searching for any trace of deception. Five minutes. That was all she had agreed to. Five minutes to let this woman, this traitor speak before she threw her out for good. Maria sat on the edge of the grand sofa in Leslie’s living room, her fingers shaking as she gripped the edge of her wrinkled dress. Her once confident posture was gone, replaced by a nervous, fragile presence that almost made Leslie smirk. Almost. Leslie leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her claws still slightly extended. “You have exactly five minutes. Talk.” Maria swallowed hard, so hard that you could hear the sound echo in the living room. nodding quickly she said. “I know you hate me, an— and you have every reason to. I—I was horrible to you, I hurt you in ways I could never take back.” Her voice cracked as she wiped her tear swollen face. “But I need you to know, Leslie… it wasn’t entirely my fault.” Leslie’s gaze darke