All Chapters of Alpha's Regret: The Luna He Betrayed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: He Do.... I Don't SERAPHINA My wedding gown rustled against the floor as I stood before the altar, my hands shaking a bit despite Keiran holding my hands together with his. The Cathedral of the Moon was the church where I was getting married. Every seat was filled with the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. They included werewolf alphas, vampire lords, fae nobility, and witch covens.They all gathered to witness the union that would be the talk of the century. A marriage between a Lycan King and a Luna Born.My father, Vincent Blackwood, sat still in the front pew, his eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Beside him, my mother Isabella was the picture of a dignified lady, although I saw her eyes moving around which meant she was checking for exit and making sure that they aren't taken unawares by rogues who might object to this wedding. My twin brothers, Lionel and Lucas, were beside them, looking handsome and proper in t

Chapter 3: The Uninvited GuestSERAPHINA Driving home after the shift was the most painful thing that I had ever done especially with the fact that my mind was on another thought process that seemed to tear me down.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles had gone white, and I had to consciously remind myself to breathe as I drove through the familiar streets of Millbrook.Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe Elena was a distant relative that Marcus hadn't told me about. It's not as if he proposed to her, or perhaps the so-called Elena was in some kind of trouble and Marcus was helping her out of old friendship. The rose display that I had seen could have been a welcome-home gesture for someone who'd been through trauma. There had to be a reasonable explanation that didn't involve my husband of five years planning the most romantic airport surprise in the town's history for another woman.I clung to these ideals, desperately trying to keep my head rational a

Chapter 5: Early Morning BaitsSERAPHINA I was cutting my first bite into my pancakes when Elena showed up at the doorway, and the sight of her made my skin crawl. She wore one of Marcus's shirts and nothing else, the cloth stopping at her thighs showing her legs."Good morning," she said, sounding smug. I didn't respond to her greeting, focusing instead on my breakfast. The pancakes were fluffy and sweet, exactly the way I liked them, and I ate slowly while Elena moved around making coffee."I hope you slept well," she continued, glancing at me over her shoulder. "I know it must be difficult, being removed from your own bedroom, but Marcus wanted me to be comfortable. He's always been so thoughtful that way."I took a sip of milk, and savored it before swallowing it. Elena was fishing for a reaction, trying to establish dominance on who was the more important woman to my husband."Of course, Marcus and I have so much history together," Elena continued, as she sat down on the chai

Chapter 7: A Bit Of Kieran's PastThe phone trembled in my hand as I stared at the message that had just lit up my screen. Three simple words that shattered five years of carefully constructed walls: "I need to talk."From Seraphina.My wolf, dormant for the past hour as I'd tried to distract myself with the blonde currently draped across my chest, suddenly roared to life. The scent of the woman beside me—vanilla and artificial sweetness—became cloying, wrong, everything my wolf rejected. I was moving before I consciously decided to, gently but firmly extracting myself from her embrace."Kieran?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction. "Where are you going?""I have to make a call," I said, already reaching for my clothes. "You should go."She sat up, the sheet falling away from her perfect body, confusion evident in her green eyes. "But I thought—""You thought wrong," I said, not unkindly but with a note of finality. "This was a mistake."It had been a mistake. F

Chapter 9: Taking A StandSERAPHINAThe silence that followed Kieran's declaration felt like a rubber band that has been pulled to the limits and was ready to snap. I could feel Marcus and Elena staring at me, their minds probably racing, trying to process what they'd just heard. The Lycan King—the most powerful werewolf in North America—had called me by name, spoken to me like I was someone precious to him, someone he'd been waiting for, all his life. And that was something that clearly unsettled them more than they let on.I ended the call with trembling fingers, a bit scared that I had indeed talked to Keiran and tried to remain cool in front of him like I was not scared that he might have denied me in front of everyone. I have after all left him and took in another mate. Him rejecting me would be the right thing to do.I was still trying to maintain the calm facade that had served me so well this morning. But inside, my wolf was howling with a mixture of joy and terror. Kieran wa