All Chapters of Alpha's Regret, His Rejected Luna is Hidden Heiress: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Ceres's POVMy lips curled in a faint smile. I had already made up my mind to sever ties with the Maurice family. Jessy, in her naivety, still thought she could somehow change the situation by pleading with me. Unfortunately, no amount of desperation would alter the course I had set.Damian opened the door with a grunt and stepped out, his movements quick and deliberate as he approached me. “Ms. Ceres, we need to leave now,” he urged, his voice laced with impatience.I glanced at the time, then coolly regarded Jessy. “Ms. Maurice,” I said, my tone flat and dismissive. “Tell your father to handle the business matters. You are not qualified to deal with me.”Without another word, I brushed past Jessy and left.Jessy’s anger surged, finally cracking her fragile control. “You hate me because of Richard and our engagement, don’t you?” she called out, her voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and desperation.I didn’t stop walking. I could sense the fear beneath Jessy’s bravado, the help

Ceres's POVI arched an eyebrow, a teasing glint in my eyes. "Because of my… personal charm?"The air in the room immediately lightened.Helen chuckled, brushing a strand of her curly hair over her shoulder. "That, and because you have sharp instincts. Someone told me you're a little genius."I narrowed my gaze slightly. "Who has such impeccable insight?"Helen’s lips curved into a mysterious smile. "You’ll find out soon enough." Then, shifting back to business, she continued, "For now, let's finalize the contract details and have our pack’s lawyers review them. We’ll go over everything in detail."The implication was clear—the partnership was all but sealed.A satisfied smile tugged at my lips as I extended her hand. "Thank you, Ms. Helen. You won’t regret working with us."After our discussion, Helen and I shared a meal in the Pinaco Group’s cafeteria. The more we talked, the more I found myself genuinely enjoying Helen’s company. Despite her strong presence as the President of a co

Richard’s POVEveryone clapped, and Ceres hesitated as she looked at my outstretched hand. She furrowed her brows slightly.I stood there with grace, bending slightly.With all eyes on us, Ceres forced a stiff smile and lightly placed her hand in mine. The moment our skin touched, I felt a strange spark, like electricity coursing through me. From her reaction, it was obvious she felt it too.I held her hand tightly, my stare intense. Ever since I had seen her dancing with Damian, my blood had boiled, my wolf clawing beneath my skin in quiet rage. Damian was not her mate—I would make her see that.Now it was finally my turn.Leading her to the center of the dance floor, I ignored the whispers that rippled through the room. I was determined to show them I could dance too.The murmurs died as the music started. A lovely melody filled the air, and the lights dimmed until only a silver glow bathed us—as if the moon itself had cast a spotlight upon us.My heartbeat quickened. Ceres stared d

Richard's POVThere was no trace of her anywhere.Martins hesitated. "Uh… Ms. Ceres left last night. She had… other things to do."My frown deepened.Suddenly, my hand throbbed—pain flaring up. My sharp gaze dropped to my wrist, where faint bruises from her grip remained.Then I moved to get out of bed—And immediately felt another sharp pain.Something was wrong.My right foot throbbed. I lowered my eyes, narrowing at the sight of my swollen instep.A terrible suspicion crept into my mind. Slowly, I turned to Martins, my voice dangerously low."Did you hit me last night while I was drunk?"Martins, looking utterly wronged, immediately raised his hands in surrender."No, sir! It wasn’t me! I swear on my life!"My expression darkened further.As I sat there, old wounds aching, new injuries screaming in protest, a thought occurred to me—Ceres would never have done this to me.She loved me too much.Martins shifted uncomfortably under my piercing gaze.It was an awkward, tense moment.O

Ceres's POVI immediately tried to pull away, but Richard’s grip was ironclad.My wolf bristled.Jason’s warm expression vanished, replaced by something sharp, dangerous.“I see you’re still as territorial as ever, Richard,” Jason said, his voice calm but edged with challenge.Richard didn’t even glance at him.“I don’t want to see you,” he said bluntly.Jason’s jaw tensed.I had had enough.Enough of Richard’s possessiveness. Enough of his games.With one swift move, I stepped on his foot—right where his injury was.Richard winced, his expression flickering between shock and betrayal.I took the opportunity to break free, stepping away from both of them.Without a word, I turned on my heel and strode into the ship’s grand ballroom, leaving the two Alphas standing there, one fuming, the other amused.Jason chuckled under his breath. “She’s still got her fire.”Richard glared at him.Inside, the ballroom gleamed with gold and silver, the massive crystal chandeliers hanging low.The eli