All Chapters of Too Late to Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I remember how I broke all the protocol and had broken through the holy sanctuary—a place reserved exclusively for dying wolves and solemn ancestral prayer— my last hope. If I could just dip Jenna into the luminescent waters, the moon’s grace would pull the dark veins from her skin.I pushed open the heavy oak gates of the holy ground, sobbing, ready to beg the ancestors for forgiveness.The sound that met me wasn’t solemn prayer. It was laughter.Water splashed against the ancient carved marble pillars. In the center of the crystal pool—the sacred pool whose waters were measured out drop by drop to save lives—swam Chloe, Lucian’s childhood friend, and her young son. They were tossing ancestral relic pearls into the water like toys, splashing around, using the sacred healing ground like a private resort pool.On the edge sat Lucian. He was pouring blood-wine into a goblet, laughing as Chloe splashed him."Lucian!" I gasped, my voice breaking.He turned, his brows pulling into a deep fr

Chapter 2

Before I could reply and tell him he isn't getting any apology from Jenna, his moonstone shone, and he quickly cornered himself, whispering through his mindlink. “What? Pack’s temple owner refused Leo’s entry?” “Don't worry, I’m coming. The entire staff will be fired for this. No one can forbid Leo if he wants anything!” He roared.A smile of irony appeared on my lips. The Blood Moon Pack’s sacred temple had an absolute law. No children allowed– to stop the disturbance among ancestral souls.Once, Jenna pleaded to pay respect to her grandparents. After her continuous insistence, I had taken her outside the temple and asked her to pay her respects from outside. But when Lucian heard the news, he got furious. That night, he made our four-year-old child stand on her knees the entire night under heavy rain. Jenna could not hold it and fainted in the morning. She remained sick for a whole month, and Lucian refused to give her allowance for her medication as her punishment. It was my he

Chapter 3

It isn't a big deal.The words floated in the air, heavy with the stench of his absolute callousness.Lucian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he were dealing with an unreasonable child. He stepped around the table and approached me, softening his voice into that fake, patronizing tone he used whenever he thought he was offering me a grand concession."Look at you," he murmured, looking down at my pale face. "You're stressed. You've been obsessing over protocol and letting your imagination run wild."He reached out to touch my shoulder. I didn't flinch away; I just watched his hand with cold detachment."Jenna’s fifth birthday is in two weeks," Lucian continued, a small, magnanimous smile touching his lips. "I have decided. We will hold your Luna coronation on her birthday. We will make it a double celebration. You will finally get the ceremony you've been whining about for five years, and Jenna can watch her mother take the throne. That should prove to you where my loyalty

Chapter 4

The silence on the other end of the mind-link snapped like dry tinder.Lucian’s fury rushed back through the tether, hot and suffocating. ‘Sunken Valley?! Are you out of your mind, Lyla? You blew off your own coronation—the crown I fought the elders to grant you—for a damn field trip?’I could hear the background roar of the pack courtyard through the link: the murmur of confused guests, the rustle of fine silk, the impatient shuffling of the elders.‘You bring her back right now,’ Lucian ordered, his voice echoing with the full, crushing weight of his Alpha aura. ‘I don't care if you have to drag her. You are humiliating me in front of the entire high council! This petty silent treatment ends today. If you aren't at the altar in twenty minutes, I swear to God, Lyla, I will strip you of the Luna title permanently!’I didn't flinch. The Luna’s title he was threatening me for, I had abandoned it days ago. I simply severed the link, severing the psychic wire between us after dropping one

Chapter 5

The hall was engulfed in a suffocating silence as Lucian sank to his knees, his hands trembling violently against the cold marble floor."She's lying," he whispered, his voice cracking into a raw, frantic wheeze. He looked up at the circle of horrified faces, searching for any shred of doubt in their eyes. "Lyla is playing a game! She used illusion magic on the candle! She's trying to ruin me!"Before anyone could answer, a blinding beam of silver light burst through the heavy stained-glass windows of the pack house.A low hum vibrated through the floorboards as the light coalesced into a massive, shimmering sphere above the altar—a Memory Orb, an ancient water-and-moon magic ritual used only to broadcast undeniable truths to an entire territory.Gasps erupted as the orb expanded, projecting a crystal-clear, three-dimensional memory into the sky above the pack lands. It was a memory not just visible to those in the room, but cast wide across the entire valley for every member of the we

Chapter 6

‘She's waiting for me,’His mind repeated in a loop, a desperate mantra keeping him from falling into the black abyss threatening to consume him. Lyla is just testing me. She wants me to beg. She took Jenna to the Sunken Valley to force me to choose her over Chloe.He shoved past Chloe without a word, stepping on the edge of her dress and ripping the silk. She fell forward with a gasp, but Lucian didn't slow down. He strode out into the night, his heart hammering violently against his ribs."Alpha, wait!" Mark sprinted after him, trying to keep up with Lucian's furious, trembling pace as he mounted his horse, abandoning the slow carriage altogether. "The Sunken Valley is perilous at night, and the pack elders are demanding an immediate trial—""I don't care!" Lucian bellowed, digging his heels into the steed's sides. "I am going to bring my wife and daughter home!"He galloped into the darkness, leaving behind the furious shouts of his pack, racing against a truth he refused to accept.

Chapter 7

The silence inside the Alpha Manor was louder than the loudest roar of a thunderstorm.Lucian pushed open the massive front doors, his legs heavy as lead as he stepped into the foyer. For years, this house had been filled with the delicate scent of wild lilies and fresh rain, mixed with the faint, sweet smell of baby powder. Now, there was only the stale, suffocating scent of Chloe’s lingering perfume and the dust settling in the dim afternoon light.He walked aimlessly through the grand hallways, every step echoing like a hollow drum. He stopped at the entrance of the living room, his eyes falling on the plush velvet sofa.Memory hit him like a physical blow.He remembered Lyla sitting there late into the night, nursing Jenna while waiting for him to return from patrol. She used to smile at him—that soft, gentle smile that had once been his absolute solace—no matter how exhausted she was. But after Chloe had arrived, claiming her son Leo was sick and needed the protection of the pack

Chapter 8

The next morning as Lucian returned, disheartened and lost, Mark had been waiting for him. “Alpha Lucian!” He spoke up as soon as his gaze landed on a broken man who didn't look like an Alpha anymore. “Are… are you alright?” Mark leaned to help Lucian walk who had been stumbling on his legs. But, he pushed him away, “Why are you here… alone? Where is Lyla?” Mark sighed, “I’m here to report to you everything that I have investigated, Alpha.”“The memory orb, it was not faltered, Alpha. It showed the memories of the last days of Lady Jenna… she really suffered a lot!” He added, his voice hoarse. “And… It was not the first time Leo had bullied her in the school. In fact, he had been hurting Lady Jenna since their first day and Lady Chloe had been backing him up, threatening little Jenna not to speak about it.” “You must do justice to Lady Jenna, Alpha!” Mark begged, “She died in agony.” Lucian clenched his hands into fists. He recalled how once he used to treat his wife and daughter

Chapter 9

The years flowed like water over jagged rock, smoothing nothing, changing only the shape of Lucian’s despair. He had abdicated his title as Alpha, bestowing the mantle upon Mark—the only man left whose hands weren't stained by the silence of complacency. Unburdened by a throne he no longer deserved, Lucian wandered.He became a ghost in his own land, trailing across territories, mountain passes, and forgotten human villages. He searched not as a lord seeking a lost treasure, but as a penitent seeking his absolution. Every face in a crowd made his breath catch; every whisper in the wind sounded like Lyla’s quiet, weeping voice.It took seven winter frosts before he finally found me.I lived at the edge of a pine forest in the far north, in a small, solitary cabin blanketed by deep snow. The air there was crisp and quiet, devoid of pack politics, dominance, or malice.When Lucian stepped into the clearing, the snow crunching beneath his heavy boots, the cabin door creaked open. I stepped

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