《The Alpha’s Regret: My Ex-Mate is a Mafia Legend》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

I’m coming back to the fold, Raze. Hold the line. I’ll be at the den in ten minutes."I didn't blink as I stared down Tristan. The heavy scent of his betrayal still hung in the air, but the weight that had crushed my chest for three years was suddenly gone. Since I no longer had to play the role of the submissive mate or the loyal soldier to a man who despised my bloodline, I was done. My focus was back where it belonged—on the underworld throne I had nearly abandoned for a lie. I swore to the Moon right then that no wolf would ever get close enough to see my weakness again."What are you staring at, Tristan? You got what you wanted. The bond is severed.""You think you can just walk out? After signing that paper so easily? What’s the game, Xender? Are you planning to crawl back to your father and start a turf war over this?""Do you really think you’re worth a war? You’ve spent three years treating me like a ghost in your own house. Now that we’re done, you’re less than a stray to me

"Nyx, stay behind me. This stray smells like a sewer and he’s looking for a fight.""Watch it, pretty boy! You think you can block my path in Silverfang Hall? Move it before I move you!"The drunk wolf reeled toward us, his breath a toxic mix of cheap whiskey and unrestrained aggression. I shifted my weight, shielding Nyx Calderon from his reach. The moment his bleary eyes landed on my face, his scowl twisted into a predatory grin."Wait a second. I didn't see what was under that suit. You’re a sharp one, aren't you? Why are you hanging around with this suit? Come spend some time with a real Alpha."His hand darted out toward my throat. I didn't think twice. I slapped his wrist aside with enough force to bruise bone."You ungrateful little brat! You should be honored I’m even scenting you. Don't be a—""Tristan, isn't that Raze Hollow? The enforcer for the south side?""What the hell is a loan shark like him doing here? Seraphina, look."Tristan and Seraphina were frozen in their door

Xender, what kind of sick game are you playing? Why is the Varkane King speaking to you as if you aren't a disgraced soldier?"I looked at Lucien, then back at Tristan. For a second, my heart skipped a beat, wondering if Nyx had slipped up and leaked my designation. But the calm, predatory stillness in Lucien’s eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing. I managed a sharp, cold smile."You’re right on time, Lucien. In fact, your timing is impeccable. You’ve arrived just as the scavengers were finishing their barking.""I hope their noise hasn't grated on you too much. I’d hate for your focus to be clouded before we finalize the Nightfall weaponry schematics.""Don't worry. I’ve dealt with strays before. They’re easy enough to tune out."Tristan’s jaw tightened, his claws digging into his palms. He was looking at the way Lucien stood next to me—possessive, looming, and entirely focused on my face. It was a level of chemistry and respect Tristan had never offered me in ten years of

"Xender, what kind of a query is that for a wolf like you to hunt?"Lucien Varkane shifted in the heavy leather chair, his amber eyes tracking every micro-movement of my face. The scent of aged cedar and cold iron seemed to thicken around us in the Silverfang Hall."Our upcoming logistics are the backbone of the Nightfall Territory, Xender. If you were still carrying water for my rivals, the entire operation would be compromised. I need to know if your loyalties are as sharp as your designs.""You can pull your claws back, Lucien. My professionalism isn't up for debate. I’ve learned the hard way that misplaced trust is a death sentence, especially in matters of the heart. I won't let personal history interfere with Varkane business.""The Alpha you followed for ten years turned out to be a hollow shell, didn't he?""He was a fraud. A lesson etched in silver and blood. I've grown weary of charming words and empty oaths. From now on, I only trust what I can see and what I can kill.""Go

Xender, don't look at me like that. It’s the truth. We checked the blood-line twice."Garron’s voice was like a hammer hitting a coffin nail. He didn't even look at me; he was staring at his phone, his face a map of scars and sudden, terrifying realization. He had just taken a call from the Stormriven Den's head medic, and the silence that followed was louder than any snarl."You're lying. Dad, tell me you’re lying! How could Seraphina Duskryn be your blood? She’s the one who tore my life apart! She’s the reason Tristan threw me to the wolves!""I wish I were, Xender. But the resonance test doesn't lie. I felt it the moment I touched her in the hallway—that pull of the pack-bond that I never quite felt with you. I thought it was just because you were distant, because you were a scholar and an architect instead of a brawler. But it wasn't that. It was the blood.""So, what are you saying? That I’m a cuckoo in the nest? That for twenty-five years, you raised a Ghost while your 'real' so