บททั้งหมดของ The masked alpha's regret, return of his ruined omega : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 8

Five years.Five years to the day since she had walked down the aisle of the Lycan High Council's cathedral, bound by a political treaty to Dominic Vance, the Supreme True Alpha of the territories. She had been naive then, a young woman who believed that patience, loyalty and unconditional devotion could thaw even the most frozen heart. She had thought that if she became the perfect Luna, if she built a sanctuary within these walls and poured her soul into raising their adopted son, Leo, Dominic would eventually look at her and see a wife, not just a strategic alliance.Instead, she had spent half a decade living like a ghost in a gilded cage. Dominic ruled the pack with terrifying, unyielding authority, his name whispered with reverence across the continent but behind closed doors, he was a stranger. He spoke to her in brief, clinical directives, his gaze always cutting past her as if she were a piece of furniture he had inherited with the estate. He never touched her. He never sough

Seraphina woke up slowly, her body aching with a deep, unfamiliar soreness that made her breath hitch. For the first time in five years, she didn't wake up feeling like a hollow shell. Her skin still tingled where the masked stranger's large calloused hands had gripped her, anchoring her to the earth during a night of unhinged mutual desperation.He had loved her like a man possessed.He hadn't just taken her; he had worshiped her, his touch a devastating mix of bruising possessiveness and a strange, agonizing tenderness that had left her weeping against his shoulder in the dark.Sera turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on the empty space beside her.The spot was cold.She sat up, pulling the dark silk sheets to her chest as her eyes swept the room. He was gone. True to the ruthless terms of the elite registry, there were no lingering goodbyes. The masked ghost had slipped away before the first light of day could expose his face.Then, she saw it.Resting on the mahogany nights

The beam of Julian’s flashlight bounced off the cold stone walls, cutting through the damp dust of the vault until it blinded Seraphina.She instinctively threw her body over Leo, shielding his small, trembling frame with her tattered dress. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird, each thud loud enough to echo in the hollow silence of the cell. The metallic click of the gun mechanism being primed felt like a physical strike against her spine.Julian stepped fully into the room, flanked by two heavy-set rogue warriors clad in scarred leather tactical gear. The oppressive, toxic weight of his alpha aura flooded the small space, sour and heavy with the scent of burning matches and rotting pine. It pressed down on Sera’s shoulders, demanding she bow, demanding she break."A touch of family drama," Julian purred, a slow, malicious smirk spreading across his handsome, twisted face. He lowered the barrel of the pistol slightly, but his gaze remained fixed entirely on the ter

CHAPTER 7: The Ghost in the MirrorFor two years, the estate had felt like a tomb. For seven hundred and thirty days, Dominic had lived in a state of absolute, unhinged devastation. His true Alpha aura, once a disciplined, commanding presence had degraded into a volatile, suffocating storm of cedarwood and raw static. The warriors beneath him walked on eggshells; one wrong look, one misplaced word about the "late Luna," and Dominic’s wolf would push them into the dirt."You need to step away from the ledge, Dominic," a soft, syrupy voice purred behind him.Vivienne stepped up to the railing, her silk gown a sharp, aggressive crimson. She smelled heavily of artificial lilies, a desperate, constant attempt to drown out the lingering memory of Seraphina’s crisp, sweet scent that Dominic still searched for in every corridor. On her shoulder pinned the silver crest of the temporary Luna."The Elders are watching you," Vivienne whispered, her fingers reaching out to touch his tense forearm.