All Chapters of My Alpha's Regret: the 99th Time Was Forever : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

18 Chapters

The Third Wheel’s Return

Eleanor THE diamond necklace trembled slightly between my fingers. I stared at it for a long moment before fastening it around my neck. Today was my third wedding anniversary. Three years since I had become Luna of the Belmont Pack. Three years since I had convinced myself that love would be enough. I glanced at the clock on the vanity. Eight o'clock. The anniversary dinner was supposed to begin at seven. Owen was late again. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Maybe I should have expected it. After all, I had spent three years waiting for my husband. Waiting for him to come home. Waiting for him to notice me. Waiting for him to choose me. I stood in the entrance of our penthouse, the end of my midnight-blue dress feeling like a second skin. I had spent three hours getting ready. The table behind me was set for two: Wagyu steak, his favorite vintage red, and a hand-written letter detailing how I wanted us to start over. Truly start over. The elevator

Woman He Couldn't Let Go

Eleanor THE dining room was silent, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock. I didn't cry. I just picked up the plates of cold steak and dumped them into the trash. The sound of the bin lid closing felt like a period at the end of a very long, painful sentence. My name is Eleanor. It means shining light, but tonight, standing in the dim kitchen of our penthouse, I felt like a shadow. I gripped the edge of the marble counter. My chest ached, a literal, physical throbbing. That was the problem with being a werewolf. The mate bond wasn't just a feeling; it was a silver thread tied around my heart. When Owen was happy, I felt a warm glow. When he was angry, I felt a sharp heat. And when he betrayed me? It felt like someone was pulling that thread through a bed of nails. A heavy footsteps sounded behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was him. His scent, woodsmoke and citrus hit me first. "You’re going to break the counter if you

My Husband’s Other Wife

Eleanor THE silence of the kitchen was louder than the argument we just had. I stared at the door where Owen had disappeared. My chest felt hollow, the mate bond giving a dull, rhythmic throb of rejection. I couldn't sleep. My mind was spinning. Susana was back, she was wearing "my" dress, and she was staying in my home. I needed to do something, not scream or cry, but something productive. I walked to the small corner nook where I kept my laptop. As the Luna, I usually handled the pack’s charitable foundations and some of the internal household accounts. I logged into the pack’s financial portal, intending to look over the budget for next month’s gala. But then, a notification caught my eye. A series of Urgent Transfers from the secondary pack fund. My heart skipped a beat. I clicked the tab. There it was. A paper trail of betrayal that started weeks before Susana even arrived. $30,000 for Relocation Logistics. $

Her Breaking Point

Eleanor THE Grand Hall was filled with the scent of expensive cologne and roasted meats. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a bright glow over the hundreds of pack members dressed in their finest clothes. Tonight was the annual Silver Crescent Gala. As the Luna, I had to be there. I had to smile. I had to pretend my world wasn't crumbling. I wore a floor-length gold dress that shimmered like liquid sun. I looked like a queen, but I felt like a ghost. "Stay close and keep a smile on your face," Owen whispered sharply as we stood at the top of the stairs. He looked breathtaking in a black tuxedo, but his eyes kept scanning the crowd. "I’m doing my job, Owen," I replied quietly. "Are you doing yours?" "Don't start," he snapped. We descended the stairs together. For the first hour, we played the part. We shook hands with elders and talked about pack borders. But I noticed that every time we stopped, Susana was there. She was wearing a deep red dress that p

Blessing of the Moon Goddess

Eleanor THE morning after the gala, the penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. Owen hadn’t come home. He had stayed at the pack hospital monitoring Susana’s condition. I didn't pack a bag this time. I didn't want to trigger any alarms. I dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, hiding my face under a cap. I needed answers that weren’t in a ledger or a bank statement. I drove to the edge of the territory, where the trees grew thick and the air smelled of ancient moss. This was where Elder Hagar lived. She was the oldest member of the Pack Council and the only one who truly understood the old magic of the mate bond. Her cottage was small and smelled of dried lavender and bitter herbs. When she opened the door, her eyes, cloudy with age, fixed on me instantly. "You look like a shadow, Eleanor," she said, her voice like rustling leaves. "Come in." I sat at her wooden table. My hands were shaking. "Hagar, I can't do this anymore. The bond... it’s

Return of the Heiress

Eleanor's POVThe long drive back to the Newton estate was long but I knew I had to because right now my family is my only salvation. I can vividly remember my father's last words to me that day. “Choose your part and you will face the consequences that come.”I kept my hands tight on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. Each mile put more distance between me and the suffocating walls of the Belmont pack house.“Father, I'm sorry but I am coming back.” I could feel the warm droplet that trickle down my cheek, but it all doesn't matter as I have finally reached. I pulled into the grand, gated driveway of my childhood home. It stood tall, solid, and welcoming, everything I had been denied for three long years. I took a deep, shaky breath, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the doors."Eleanor?"The voice belonged to my mother. She stood in the entryway, her face pale. Beside her, my father looked up from his newspaper, his eyes widening as he stood abruptly."Mom. Dad

Lady Eleanor Newton

Author’s POVThe morning ambiance in the penthouse felt stale. Owen walked into the bedroom, expecting to hear the soft sounds of Eleanor’s morning routine. Instead, the room was silent. The bed was perfectly made."Eleanor?" he called out, his voice echoing against the cold walls.There was no answer. He frowned, checking the closet. Her clothes were gone. Not all of them, just the essentials. A strange, cold prickle started at the base of his neck. He walked into the kitchen, his heart beating a little faster."Martha?" he barked.The housekeeper hurried in, looking worried. "Yes, Alpha?""Where is she? Where is the Luna?"Martha wrung her hands. "I don’t know, alpha. She hasn't been out of the room since last night. I thought she was sleeping in."Owen didn't wait. He stormed toward the guest wing, assuming she had moved rooms again after their argument. He shoved the door open. Empty. The guest suite was silent, the air still.He pulled out his phone. He dialed her number. It went

Wolf King’s Arrival

Author’s POVThe Newton estate was quiet, but it didn't feel empty anymore. It felt ready.Thaneus, the Alpha of the Northern Peaks, stood at the front gates. He was a man who commanded respect without saying a word. His eyes were sharp, scanning the grounds. Beside him, his lead guard stood tall."The Newtons are expecting us," the guard said.Thaneus nodded. "Let's go."As they walked toward the house, the door opened. Eleanor stepped out. She was thinner than he remembered, but she walked with her head held high. Her eyes weren't the sad, searching eyes of the Luna he had met at past summits. They were steady. Hard.Thaneus stopped. He took a long breath, catching her scent. It was different. The old, dusty scent of the Belmont Pack was gone. She smelled like pine, rain, and something else. A faint, sweet scent that made his heart skip a beat.He narrowed his eyes. A child?He pushed the thought aside. Now was not the time."Lady Eleanor," Thaneus said, bowing his head slightly. "I

Seduction in the Moonlight

Eleanor’s POVWeeks had passed since my return to the Newton estate. My life had slowed down, but my heart was still healing. I had spent my days relearning who I was, away from the shadow of Owen and his so-called just best friend.On a cool Tuesday evening, Alpha Thaneus arrived at the estate. He wasn't there for meetings or treaties this time. He could be seen carrying a large bouquet of wildflowers, the kind that grew in the high peaks of his territory, and a small, velvet-covered box.He walked into the dining hall, where my mother was busy setting the table for dinner."Alpha Thaneus," my mother said, smiling as she saw him. "This is a pleasant surprise.""Good evening, Mrs. Newton," Thaneus said, bowing slightly. He held out the flowers. "I hope I am not intruding. I brought these for Eleanor."My mother took the flowers, her eyes twinkling with approval. "She is taking a stroll in the garden. She likes the quiet in the evenings. You can find her by the willow tree near the pon

First Heat

The evening at the Newton estate ended with a sudden roar of thunder. The sky turned a deep, bruised purple, and the rain began to fall in heavy, relentless sheets. It was the kind of storm that made the old mansion creak and the windows rattle in their frames.Thaneus stood by the entrance, his coat already on. He looked toward the door, then back at Eleanor’s father, Alpha Newton."You aren't going anywhere in this, Alpha," Newton said, shaking his head. "The roads to the Northern Peaks are dangerous when they flood like this. Stay the night."Thaneus hesitated, his gaze drifting up the grand staircase. "I wouldn't want to be a burden.""Nonsense," Newton replied, waving a hand. "My staff will prepare the guest wing. Get some rest. We can talk more about the border matters in the morning."Thaneus nodded, his posture relaxing. "Very well. Thank you, Alpha."Upstairs, Eleanor was already in her room. She had felt strange since dinner. Her skin felt too sensitive, and there was a stra

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