All Chapters of His Secret Mate, His Greatest Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fallon POVCallahan Pierce steps out of the black Mercedes, his sharp gaze cutting straight through the freezing Ashbourne air as he strides up the snow-dusted stone steps of Blackridge Manor.Inside the cavernous, freezing hallway, Fallon Whitaker stares down at a single bowl of cold pasta on the heavy oak dining table, her stomach twisting into a hard, painful knot.Her phone buzzes against the dark mahogany wood, the screen flashing bright against the shadows."Mr. Pierce, here's to the rest of our lives," the caption reads beneath a video of a slender hand slipping a heavy diamond ring onto a woman's finger, anchored by a familiar silver watch on the man's wrist.Fallon's breath catches in her throat, her wolf scratching violently at the walls of her chest, howling in raw, furious betrayal.For five years of a secret mate bond hidden behind closed doors in this desolate packhouse, she thought Callahan was simply cold, untouched by warmth or affection.Now, staring at the screen fo

Fallon POVFallon Whitaker grips the leather steering wheel of her car, sliding the pharmacy bag carrying the pack test into her purse before her phone shrills against the console."Fallon, the courier just called from the Northstar Corporation gateway. They need the ceremonial moonstone artifact delivered by tomorrow morning," Winslow Hart says through the speaker.Fallon frowns, her wolf shifting uneasily beneath her skin. "I told them we agreed on a full week for delivery.""Something shifted on their end. The pack liaison said as long as the artifact arrives before the blood moon, payment is no object."Fallon taps her manicured nails against the steering wheel. "Tell them we deliver the day after tomorrow, and add a fifty percent tribute tax.""The liaison sounded quite desperate for it—""That is my absolute floor," Fallon cuts in sharply. "If they refuse our terms, return their deposit and let them look elsewhere.""Understood. I will handle it immediately."The second the call

Fallon POVCallahan Pierce steps out of the black Bentley, his broad shoulders filling the crisp morning air as he strides across the gravel driveway of the Pierce Pack House, his jaw tightly clenched.Fallon Whitaker stumbles back another step, her palm pressed flat against her lower abdomen as a wave of dizziness makes the world tilt.Inside the grand doorway, young Finley is still screaming her name, his small hands clawing frantically against the guards who hold him back."Mom! Don't let them take me!" Finley's voice cracks, raw and desperate, echoing off the stone pillars of the pack house.Callahan freezes halfway to the steps, his sharp, dark gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene before landing squarely on Fallon.The heavy scent of pine and dominant alpha authority rolls off him in thick, suffocating waves, making Fallon's wolf whimper in sudden, involuntary submission."What is the meaning of this racket?" Callahan demands, his deep voice carrying the absolute, unquestionable

Fallon Whitaker stands by the threshold of her workshop, her sharp eyes fixed on Callahan Pierce as the Alpha’s aristocratic features remain carved in absolute ice."I am departing for the northern territory on pack business," Callahan declares, his voice cutting through the quiet room like a frosty blade. "Sable cannot manage our son alone while I am gone, so you will keep him in your quarters until I return."Fallon feels a wave of pure exhaustion pulling her down, her patience worn completely thin by his arrogant demands."Fine," Fallon snaps, her voice dripping with venom. "When you return to retrieve him, bring the severed bond papers with you."With that final jab, she scoops Finley into her arms and retreats deep into her private office, slamming the heavy door behind her.Callahan lingers outside in the hallway for a brief second, his dark gaze tracing the empty space where she vanished.Without another sound, he turns on his heel, locks the outer studio gate behind him, and v

Fallon Whitaker’s POV"Callahan, look at me for two seconds!"Fallon’s voice cracked across the foyer of Blackridge Manor, raw and desperate, while her fingers crushed the plastic pregnancy test so hard her knuckles turned white.Callahan Pierce froze halfway to the front door, his broad shoulders stiff under his tailored coat as his dark Alpha gaze dropped toward her clenched fist."Dad, hurry up!" Finley’s impatient shout rang out from the open threshold, instantly snapping Callahan’s attention away before he could ask what she was hiding."Coming, buddy," Callahan murmured, a soft smile touching his mouth that he never once gave his own Luna.He scooped Finley up into his arms, turned his back on Fallon without a single backward glance, and walked straight out of the manor.Fallon stood rooted to the tile, her wolf whimpering inside her chest until the low rumble of Callahan’s SUV faded completely down the mountain road.Her knees finally buckled, and she caught herself against the