All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S BILLIONAIRE ROGUE: HER TRIPLE REGRET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Five years is a long time for a ghost to stay dead.I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office on the 64th floor, the New York City skyline sprawling beneath me like a carpet of diamonds. My reflection in the glass was unrecognizable from the girl who had crawled across the Silverwood border in a torn lace dress. Now, I wore a tailored Alexander McQueen power suit that cost more than my father’s entire house. My hair, once dull and tangled, fell in sleek, platinum waves over my shoulders."Ms. Miller?"My assistant, Marcus, knocked softly on the mahogany door. He didn't wait for an answer; he knew my schedule better than I did."The board meeting for the Sterling acquisition is in ten minutes," he said, setting a crystal glass of green juice on my desk. "Also, your four o'clock is still insisting on a personal meeting.”"Four o'clock can wait," I said, my voice cold and crisp. "Did the morning reports from the London office come in?"Before he could answer, a thu

The silence in the VIP conference room was so thick you could taste it. Kaelen sat across from me, his large hands gripped so tightly on the glass table I thought it might shatter. Elena sat beside him, her face a pale mask of fury and fear. She kept adjusting her fur wrap, but in this room of sleek steel and high-tech displays, she looked like a relic of a world I had outgrown. "I don't understand," Kaelen finally choked out. "How? We were told you were dead. Your father said.." "My father said what he needed to say to keep his position in your pack," I interrupted, leaning back and crossing my legs. "He threw me to the wolves, Kaelen. Literally. But as you can see, I didn't just survive. I conquered." I slid a thick legal folder across the table. "The Silverwood Pack is currently seventy-eight million dollars in debt," I said, my voice as cold as a mountain stream. "Your timber mills are shuttered. Your scouts are leaving for other packs because you can't pay for their healthcar

The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the climate control system and the distant sirens of the city below. I sat at my vanity, the glowing screen of my phone reflecting in the mirror. The grainy photo of my younger, broken self stared back at me. “See you soon, Luna.” The title sent a shiver of pure dread down my spine. In the werewolf world, "Luna" wasn't just a rank; it was a biological bond to a pack’s soul. But I was rejected. I was a rogue. No one should be calling me that, unless they knew something about my lineage that even I didn't. "Marcus," I said into my intercom, my voice steady despite the thundering of my heart. "I need a digital footprint trace on an encrypted email. Now. Use the private servers in Switzerland." "On it, Sierra," his voice crackled back. "Is everything okay?" "Just... a ghost from the past trying to rattle my cage," I lied. I walked over to the children’s room and pushed the door open an inch. They were sprawled out across their beds, exha

The drive back to the Silverwood territory was a blur of humiliation and rage for Kaelen. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Sierra’s silver gaze and the way Elias’s hand had rested so naturally on her hip.As he pulled up to the ancestral pack house, the very place he had kicked Sierra out of five years ago, the front doors burst open."Kaelen! Finally!"Camille, his current Luna, marched down the steps. She was dressed in designer silk that the pack could no longer afford. "Did you get the money? The decorator for the Summer Solstice gala is demanding a deposit, and I refuse to be embarrassed in front of the Northern Alphas".Kaelen stepped out of the car, his movements stiff. He looked at Camille, the woman he had chosen over his true mate, and for the first time, all he saw was a shallow stranger."The gala is canceled, Camille," Kaelen said, his voice hollow.Camille stopped mid-stride, her face contorting. "Canceled? Don't be ridiculous. You went to see that pathetic Mille

The Silverwood Pack house, once a symbol of Alpha Kaelen Vane’s absolute power, now felt like a tomb. The air was thick with the suffocating scent of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. The Council had arrived, and they didn't come to talk; they came to collect.​In the center of the grand hall sat Elder Thorne. He looked more like a vulture than a wolf, draped in heavy furs that smelled of ancient dust and centuries-old secrets. Beside him, two Council Enforcers stood like statues, their silver-tipped spears humming, a low-frequency vibration that made every wolf in the building feel like their skin was crawling.​"You look pathetic, Kaelen," Thorne said, his voice grating like sandpaper over bone. He looked around at the peeling wallpaper and the dimmed chandeliers, the signs of a pack that had been bleeding dry for five years. "We heard rumors that your 'dead' mate has returned. A billionaire, they say. We also heard she brought back more than just money".​Kaelen sat in his thr