All Chapters of The Lycan’s Regret: His Runaway Lunar Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Three years.That’s how long I’d played the role of the perfect, obedient wife to the most powerful Alpha in the North. Three years of smiling at pack galas, nodding at boring elders, and keeping my "weak omega" head down so Silas Vane could build his empire.I was the daughter of a fallen Beta from the Silver Lake pack—a pack that had been decimated by rogues when I was twelve. Silas had rescued me by marrying me, but everyone knew the truth. He didn't want a mate; he wanted a placeholder. Someone quiet and unremarkable to warm his bed and manage his household while he waited for the True Mate the Oracle had promised him."Mrs. Vane? The lamb is resting, and the 1945 Petrus is decanted."I turned away from the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Manhattan penthouse. Mrs. Gable, our head housekeeper, was watching me with a look that was somewhere between pity and boredom. She’d been with the Vane family for twenty years. She knew I was just a temporary fixture."Thank you, Mrs. Gable. You

The sensation of falling is something you never truly forget. The way the air screams past your ears, the weightlessness in your stomach, and the absolute, terrifying certainty that you are about to die. When I hit the black water of the Atlantic, it didn't feel like liquid. It felt like concrete.The cold was an physical assault, instantly numbing my limbs and stealing the air from my lungs. But as the darkness tried to pull me under, a tiny, defiant spark of heat flared in my womb. The baby. That one thought was a jolt of electricity to my heart. I wasn't just Elara anymore; I was a mother. I fought the current, clawing my way toward the jagged rocks of a hidden cove, my fingers raw and bleeding as I dragged myself onto the sand.Above me, on the cliff, I heard a roar. It was Silas. His howl was filled with a grief that sounded so real, so gut-wrenching, that for a second, I almost believed he cared. But I knew better now. He didn't mourn me; he mourned the placeholder he had lost c

The East Wing of the Vane Estate was a mausoleum of memories I had spent five years trying to burn.As I walked through the corridors, every shadow seemed to whisper my name. I passed the antique vase Silas had bought me for our first anniversary, now covered in a thin layer of dust. I passed the portrait of his grandfather, whose eyes seemed to judge me for returning. I had put the twins to bed in the oversized velvet-draped suite, and the transition was already affecting them. The air in the Northern Territory was thick with primal magic, and my children were soaking it up like parched earth.Leo had fallen asleep clutching a silver letter opener he’d requisitioned from the desk. "To protect you, Mommy," he’d said, his slate-gray eyes fierce before they finally closed. Luna had simply whispered to a moth on the windowpane until it glowed with a faint violet light, then drifted off.But I couldn't sleep. My skin felt too tight for my body, a restless energy buzzing under my surface.

The dining hall was prepared for a formal business dinner, but it felt more like a battlefield. Silas sat at the foot of the table, his eyes fixed on the empty chair at the head. He was waiting for Elara—his "investor"—but his wolf was waiting for a ghost.The doors opened, and Elara walked in. She wasn't alone.Tucked under her arm was a man who looked like he had been sculpted from moonlight and gold. He was tall, lithe, and moved with a grace that made Silas’s blood boil. He wore a suit of deep navy, and his eyes—a striking, royal blue—were fixed on Elara with an intimacy that felt like a slap to Silas’s face."Silas," Elara said, her voice smooth as silk. "I’d like you to meet my personal advisor and the benefactor of Vance International, Prince Julian of the Southern Isles."Silas stood up slowly, his chair scraping against the stone floor with a screech that set everyone’s teeth on edge. The Southern Isles. A kingdom of Lycans even more ancient and wealthy than the Northern Terr