What Is The Ending Of Seward'S Folly: A New Look At The Alaska Purchase Explained?

By my third year at the Arctic research station, the endless cold had pushed my body to its limit. I went to Carl Tillman, our team captain, to submit my application to return home, but he turned me down. "I've already given the placement to Susan," he said. "Her health's too delicate for weather this harsh." Susan Farrow had only been here three months. I'd been here three years. Three years was the absolute limit any researcher was allowed to stay stationed here. I stared at him, unable to believe what I'd heard. "Carl, my complications are getting worse. I can't feel my legs anymore, and my eyes are going blurry. If I don't go back now, I'll die out here." He looked me over like I was making a scene. "You've always been strong as an ox. Are you really going to make things up just to compete with Susan for my attention?" He wrote Susan's name in the return slot and threw me out of his office. Outside, the wind and snow lashed at a face that had already gone numb. My husband of ten years had taken away my only chance to live—so he could dote on another woman.

The day my husband, Reece Malcolm, reached the pole for his polar expedition, his childhood sweetheart who was sent away reappeared in his bedroom. Everyone had kept it from me. Erica Lowell had been by his side day and night. Though Reece said he didn't want her there, he still allowed her to stay by his side for four years as his assistant. "You have to believe me, Lucy. There's nothing between Erica and me," he used to say. Always so sure. Always so convincing. But when he returned, it was with Erica in his arms—heavily pregnant. "She threatened to kill herself, Lucy. I didn't have a choice," he said. "The baby's coming. I need you to raise it. You know you're the only one I've ever loved." Four years. Four years of silence, of waiting alone in a house that never felt like home. Now, the lawyer is hired. The assets are tallied. The divorce papers are signed and sealed. I'm done.

My father, Cameron Howard, and I are transported to an ancient world together. The system tells us that if we can each win over a target, we'll be able to return home. My mission is to win the heart of a ruthless princess, and Dad's mission is to conquer a hot-tempered queen. The princess breaks two of my ribs and ties me behind a horse that drags me for miles. The queen decides Dad isn't kneeling straight enough. So, she crushes his knees with iron tongs and forces burning charcoal into his mouth until he loses his voice. For three years, we live miserably. Just as the system announces "Mission failed", the princess standing before me suddenly smiles. She tears off the mask covering her face. The person underneath the mask is my wife, Abigail Finch. She walks over to the throne and pats the fierce queen on the shoulder. "Mom, haven't you had enough? Cameron and Oscar are almost dead from everything you've put them through." The queen removes her disguise and looks up. It's my mother, Elisha Sweeney. She claps her hands toward the officials filling the throne room. "Alright, everyone. You can get up now. That's a wrap." Dad and I exchange stunned looks. Mom gently squeezes my crippled hand and sighs. "Does it hurt, Oscar? You and your dad made Kenneth Ingram's life miserable every day. You even drove his son, Joel Ingram, into bankruptcy. You've suffered enough now. Consider the score settled." The officials throughout the court remove their wigs, revealing walkie-talkies and sweat-soaked T-shirts beneath their costumes. But none of them know that the transmigration is fake, but the system is real. In the final moments of our lives, Dad and I make a pact with the system. We offer up both of our souls as the sacrifice in exchange for a lifetime of wealth, peace, and happiness for them.

Sera Voss never expected to survive it. Not the betrayal. Not the sight of her son running to another woman calling her Mommy. Not the divorce papers already signed and waiting in the drawer like she was a problem that had been solved without her knowledge. But she did survive it. She survived it so completely that the woman who walked out of that packhouse is unrecognisable to the one who came back. Caden is the Alpha who had everything — power, pack, a Luna who loved him without condition. He threw it away for reasons Sera is only beginning to understand. And now, with a conspiracy buried in her bloodline threatening to consume everything he built, Is he ready to risk it all and make a gamble with the only sure thing he knows. Some things cannot be undone. Then there is Kade. Steady. Quiet. Dangerous in an entirely different way. A man who sees exactly what Sera is becoming and wants nothing from her except the parts she has never been brave enough to show anyone. She doesn't know how to handle that. She may never know. What begins as survival slowly becomes something she has no name for. Something that terrifies her more than any enemy closing in. Because fighting a war is easy. Letting someone in? That's the hardest thing she has ever been asked to do. She came back for her son. She came back for her power. She did not come back to feel again. But fate had other plans.

**THE ALPHA’S REGRET** She was chosen for her powerlessness. That was their first mistake. Leslie Grant signed a contract marriage to save her dying mother and drown her family’s debts. She moved into the Blackwell mansion knowing she was temporary — a prop, a placeholder, a girl with nowhere else to go. She expected cruelty. She got something more confusing: a cold husband who ignored her, a stepmother-in-law who dismantled her piece by piece, and the creeping feeling that she had walked into something far bigger and far darker than a simple arrangement. What she didn’t know: the man rotting in prison two hundred miles away is the true heir to everything surrounding her. What she didn’t know: she isn’t fully human. What she didn’t know: the woman who chose her, drugged her, and controlled her made one catastrophic miscalculation. She chose an Omega. And Omegas don’t stay asleep forever. When Devin Blackwell sees Leslie’s photograph for the first time, the mate bond hits him like a blow to the chest. She is in his enemy’s house. She is wearing his enemy’s ring. She doesn’t even know what she is. He can’t afford to feel this. He feels it anyway. *The Alpha’s Regret* is a story about a woman who was built to be forgotten — and the Alpha who discovers, too late to stop it, that she was always meant to burn the world down.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

On my very first day studying abroad, my mom brought her real son back home. Within two years, he had won over every single person in the family. By the time I came back, she tossed a signed disownment agreement in my face. "To be honest, I've always thought you were pretty selfish. All you care about is money. You refuse to hand over control of the company, and you never show any real concern for us as parents. Thank God my real son isn't that cold-blooded. So do the right thing—hand over your shares and walk away from this family on your own." She stood there waiting for me to break down, to beg her to let me stay. But I just let out a quiet sigh and pulled out a DNA test linking me to my grandfather—her father. "Mom, I'm not your biological son—that much is true. But I am the biological grandson of the man who actually runs the Harrison family. The one who should be leaving the Harrison family isn't me—it's you."