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

All Chapters of My Alpha's Regret: the 99th Time Was Forever : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The Third Wheel’s Return

Woman He Couldn't Let Go

My Husband’s Other Wife

Her Breaking Point

Blessing of the Moon Goddess