All Chapters of The Alpha’s Regret: My Revenge, My Empire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE BREAKING POINT LUNA The ceramic plate slipped through my wet hands before I could catch it. The sound of it shattering against the marble floor echoed through the entire house like a gunshot. My heart stopped. I didn't even have time to look down at the pieces before the slap came. Hard. Fast. The force of it snapped my head to the side, and I tasted blood on my lip. "You worthless thing!" Selene's voice was a shriek that made my ears ring. "Do you know how much that cost? Twenty thousand dollars! Twenty thousand! But what would a pathetic wolf like you know about money? You can't do anything right! All you do is sit at home like a lazy housewife, breaking things that don't belong to you!" My cheek burned. My eyes stung, but I kept them down, staring at the shattered pieces of the plate. Each fragment felt like a piece of myself. My wolf whimpered inside me, curling into a ball of shame. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean—" "Sorry?" Mira, my sister-in-law, clicked he

RIBIRTH LUNA (Five years later) The conference room was already full when I walked in. Exactly 8:47 AM. Thirteen minutes before the scheduled meeting time. I was never late. And I expected the same from everyone else. My Louboutins clicked against the marble floor as I moved to the head of the table, my custom-tailored black suit fitting like a second skin. My long black hair—no longer the mousy brown it had been—was pulled back in a sleek ponytail. No dorky glasses. No shapeless clothes. No apologizing for taking up space. I was a weapon now. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. "Good morning." My voice cut through the low murmur of conversation. Everyone immediately fell silent, sitting up straighter in their seats. This was the effect I had now. Luna Ashford. CEO of Phantom Industries. The youngest self-made billionaire in tech. The woman who had revolutionized cybersecurity and made a fortune doing it. I didn't ask for respect. I commanded it. My eyes swept across the room, counting.

The Fallout~LUNA~The city lights shone through my big windows. Red and gold mixed with the dark. I poured whiskey into a glass. My hand was steady. It should have been, after what I did tonight. After seeing Damon's face fall apart. After everyone found out how much he stole. I spent five years rebuilding and keeping control. I thought I had it all secured. But there were small cracks, waiting to show. My phone kept buzzing. Sixty-three missed calls. Two hundred and fourteen unread messages. Every news outlet wanted my thoughts on the Blackwood scandal. Forbes, Bloomberg, and even gossip sites that still called me "the discarded Luna." They all wanted the same thing: to know if I started the fire and walked away happy. I took a sip of whiskey. It burned going down. I waited for the feeling of satisfaction, for the high of victory, for the joy of revenge. But it didn't come. Instead, I felt an ache in my chest, like broken pieces from five years ago were still stuck inside me.

The Pursuit 1~LUNA POV~I woke up on my couch still squeezing the necklace.The morning light hit the rubies and scattered red across my palm like a warning I was already choosing to ignore. I stared at it for a long moment, doing the mental math on what a smart woman would do right now.A smart woman would drop it in the trash, shower, and never think about Draven Craven again.I set it carefully on the coffee table and went to shower.Twenty minutes later I was standing in front of my mirror in a black suit that cost more than most people's rent, looking exactly like the version of myself I had spent years building from scratch — controlled, untouchable, expensive. Hair perfect. Makeup sharp. Posture like I owned the floor I was standing on.Except for the hollow at the base of my throat that wouldn't stop bothering me.My hand moved before I could talk it out of it. I picked up the necklace. Just to see how it looked. Just for a second.The ruby settled against my skin… heavy, war

Blood and Shadows 1~LUNA POV~The first course arrived on fine china....oysters, caviar, things that probably cost more than a mortgage payment....and I picked up my fork and pretended I ate like this every day.Draven hadn't touched his food.He was watching me the way people watch things they have already decided to keep."You drink your coffee black with one sugar," he said, like he was reading from a list he had memorized. "Your favorite color is deep red. You read mystery novels when you need to decompress, but you never pick the same author twice."I set my fork down."You have been stalking me.""I have been paying attention." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, completely comfortable with this conversation. "You hate roses but you love calla lilies. You're at the gym every morning by five. And you have a scar on your left shoulder from the silver bullet you took for a man who didn't deserve the sacrifice."My jaw tightened. That scar was old. Private. Not the kind of t