All Chapters of MY EX ALPHA HUSBAND REGRET: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Camilla.My hand shook so violently that the tip of the pen scratched against the paper before I could even write a letter. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking a ragged, painful breath that burned my bruised ribs, trying to steady the frantic beating of my heart.‘Sign it,’ a voice whispered inside my head. ‘Save whatever dignity you have left.’I pressed the nib to the line and dragged it across, spelling out the name that had brought me nothing but three years of quiet agony. ‘Camilla.’As soon as the last stroke was complete, I pulled my hand back as if the pen had burned me. I didn't look up, but I could feel the suffocating weight of Ragnar’s presence looming over the bed.A low, dark chuckle echoed through the sterile room—a sound devoid of any humor, laced only with bitter mockery."Well, well," Ragnar said, his shadow falling over me as he stepped closer to snatch the papers off my lap. He shuffled the pages, inspecting my signature with a cold, ruthless satisfaction. "You signed

Camilla.The leather interior of Grandfather’s private car smelled of aged oak and faint cigars, a quiet haven that felt light-years away from the cold, sterile cruelty of the hospital room.Outside the tinted windows, the familiar pine trees of the Royal Pack territory blurred into streaks of green and shadow. I sat huddled in the backseat, wrapped in a thick wool blanket Grandfather had gently draped over my shoulders. My body still throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, but beneath the physical aches, something far more sinister was taking root inside me.The tears had finally stopped drying on my face. The helpless, suffocating sorrow that had consumed me on that hospital floor was slowly twisting, hardening, crystallizing into a cold, lethal flame.I loved him.For three years, I had poured my heart into a black hole. I had endured the snide whispers of the pack, the bitter coldness in Ragnar’s eyes, and the quiet humiliation of being a Queen in name only. I had prayed for his

Camilla.The heavy thud of Grandfather’s cane against the marble floor echoed like a war drum, shattering the tense silence of the foyer."I don't want that woman anywhere near my house," Grandfather repeated, his voice vibrating with the raw, ancient authority of a true Alpha King.Beside Ragnar, Pamela let out a sharp, theatrical gasp. She immediately cowered, ducking behind Ragnar’s broad shoulders and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist."Ragnar, I'm scared," she whimpered, her sweet, fragile voice trembling with calculated terror. "Why is Lord Eric speaking to me like that? I haven't done anything wrong..."Ragnar’s face flushed a deep, furious crimson. His chest heaved as he shifted his stance, shielding Pamela completely from Grandfather’s piercing golden gaze."That is enough, Grandfather!" Ragnar roared, his posture rigid with indignation. "You have no right to speak to Pamela like she is a criminal! She is the victim here! She almost lost her life today because of the

Cassian.A harsh, bitter laugh tore from my throat—a dark, humorless sound that echoed off the high marble ceilings of the foyer.I shifted Camilla more comfortably in my arms, pulling her battered, fragile body closer against my chest. She was trembling slightly, her cold hands clutching tightly at the lapels of my coat as if I were the only solid thing left in her world. Every instinct inside my beast snarled to tear Ragnar’s throat out right here on the polished floor, but feeling her soft, shallow breaths against my neck forced me to hold my ground.I looked down at my older brother, staring at the split lip and the furious crimson flaring in his eyes."Don't be shameless?" I repeated, my voice dropping into a deadly, gravelly purr. "You stand here, bleeding on Grandfather's floor after striking an injured woman, and you have the audacity to call me shameless?""She is my wife!" Ragnar shouted, his chest heaving as he took another aggressive step forward, and the storm-gray of his

Ragnar.The heavy mahogany door slammed shut with a sound that shook the high ceilings of my private bedchamber."Dammit!" I roared, throwing my head back as the violent, suffocating rage inside my chest finally exploded.I grabbed a crystal decanter from the side table and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the stone fireplace, splashing amber liquor and shards of glass everywhere. My heart pounded like a war drum against my ribs, and the split lip Cassian had given me throbbed with a sharp, burning heat."How dare he?" I growled, pacing the floor like a caged beast. I kicked an ornate velvet armchair, sending it crashing onto its side. "How dare he put his filthy hands on me? In front of the guards! In front of Grandfather!"I swept my arm across the dresser, sending cologne bottles, silver trays, and expensive watches flying onto the floor with a deafening clatter. The room was a complete disaster within seconds, but the destruction did nothing to soothe the toxic infe