Her Rejection, His Regret

Athena Caddel, the punching bag of the Alpha of Silver Blood Pack. She had been dreaming of leaving the little town they lived in ever since she was young. For as long as she could remember, she's always been bullied by the alpha. She was disliked by most people there thanks to her mom, who cheated on her father. To say it shortly, Athena was the product of the cheating. Another reason being she's human, or so they thought. Nicholas Ashford, the Alpha of the Silver Blood Pack. He was one of the biggest bullies in his town which was why people feared him so much. All he ever wanted was a mate, a mate that would give him the love he yearned for. He has been waiting for two years with no such luck on finding his mate. On the night that she turns 16, she finds out he's her mate. What happens when she's terrified of him and being his mate so she hides? Or when he finds out about her being his mate? How will he react?

Cara Smith is happily blessed with a caring and loving husband, Chris Knowles, with a true best friend, Jessica, by her side. For two years, everything is going on perfectly fine. Or so she thought? On their anniversary party, Cara discovers a shocking secret about an intimate relationship with Jessica and Chris, and apparently, everyone around knew about it except for her! Devastated and heartbroken, she filed for a divorce and headed back home to her parents. Somewhere else lies a rich and successful artist and CEO of a famous art museum, Romeo Armani, who is desperate for true love. Romeo and Cara are actually best friends since childhood, but when he asked her to come with him to France to further their career two years ago, Cara had rejected his offer to be married to Chris, although this is a sweet lie she tells herself. She couldn't dare state the real reason she left Romeo. Chris threatens to ruin Cara's career after a lie he hears from Jessica in an attempt to make him despite Cara. However, Romeo mocks him for making such threat. He is rich and powerful and announces that Cara's company would be the best no matter what Chris does. A year later and Cara becomes stronger and powerful. Chris has a change of heart and wants her back, but Cara has moved on and is finding a new love with Romeo.

I dropped off lunch for my husband at the Conglomerate HQ, only to bump into my ex from two years ago. The man who'd ditched me at our marking ceremony to go "take care of his sister." I'd changed my hair, my makeup, everything. But he spotted me in the crowd as if it were nothing. "Elena, I'm back to finish what we started. Happy now?" I felt that familiar knot of doubt in my gut. "Sorry, who are you again...?" He let out a shaky laugh. "Babe, come on. Don't be mad. I didn't mean to leave you hanging. The ceremony back then? Ivy's wolf spirit was too weak. I had to find the Wolf God ruins to pray for her. She's my only sister; I couldn't just watch her fade." "Yeah, the healing took a while. So, I got myself an assignment overseas." "Anyway, I just got her wolf spirit stabilized, and I rushed back to bring you home to the packhouse!" That's when it hit me. This scruffy guy, with the stubble and all… this was my ex-fiancé. No. Did nobody tell him? The night he walked out on me? I married his uncle. Alpha Damian. The Wolf King.

“He’s not yours,” I said, each word slicing through him like glass. Valentine stared at me, stunned, like I’d slapped him. Maybe I should’ve. That would’ve been easier than this. I thought I’d buried the past the day I ran—pregnant, heartbroken, and alone. Valentine Hale was the love of my life… until he shattered it. He never knew I was carrying his child. He never tried to find me. I raised our son alone. But fate doesn’t forget. Now I’m back in the one place I swore I’d never return to. And Valentine? He’s here. He’s looking at me like he still feels it. Valentine- She was human. Off-limits. But I touched her anyway. Loved her. Marked her. Then I walked away before the pack could find out. Before I destroyed us both. But now, Vivian’s back—with a kid who smells like me. But now I bear a secret, a curse from my father the previous alpha and I cannot risk their lives. I need to protect them. I need them. I feel it in my blood. He’s mine. She’s mine. They both always were.

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him. His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off. "I'm engaged, and I have a child with him" I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak. He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath. "I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back. The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his. We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears. "Mom?"

When I married Alpha Damian Blackwood, I believed my love could melt the ice in his eyes. Five years, countless sacrifices, and a son later, I finally learned the truth: to him, I was nothing but a convenient Luna and a free babysitter. I discovered this the day I walked into our home and found him buried inside another woman, our five-year-old son sitting on her lap, calling her "Mommy." The pheromones in the air didn't lie. He'd chosen her. He'd always chosen her. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I threw my wedding ring at his feet and walked out with nothing but a small suitcase and my shattered pride. What Damian didn't know—what no one knew—was that the "pathetic Luna" he discarded also happened to be the secret tech genius behind a billion-dollar startup, a hacker so skilled that the world's most powerful wolves beg for her services. But when I walked into Thorn Industries looking for a fresh start, I didn't expect to find Kaelen Thorn—the most powerful Alpha in the city, a man whose silver eyes saw right through my walls and claimed something in my soul I thought long dead. He gave me a job. A home. A life. He gave me back myself. Now Damian wants me back. He says he wasn't in his right mind. He says our son needs me. He says he still loves me. But Kaelen stands beside me, his hand on my back, his wolf ready to tear apart anyone who dares hurt me again. The old me would have gone back. The old me would have believed his lies. The old me is dead. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. In my case, what almost destroyed me made me into someone even I never expected.

For eight years, I lived as a wife no one knew existed, built my life in silence, loving a man who never truly saw me. I gave him everything and he gave me nothing but cold nights…and quiet tears I cried alone. Still, I stayed. Day after days. Years after years. Enduring. Hoping. And breaking…slowly. Not until she came back. His first love. And he didn’t just welcome her into his wife, he brought her into our matrimonial home, right on our matrimonial bed. And the little girl I raised in my arms…now calls her momma. Choosing her over me. He thought I would stay. He believed I would keep loving him the way I always had—quietly, and endlessly—no matter what he did to me. But he thought wrong. Because that day…something inside me shattered, and something far more dangerous took his place. So I left. No tears. No begging. No looking back. And when I returned… I made sure I wasn’t the woman he remembered. Now, I stand beside a man the world fears. A man who doesn’t hide me. A man who looks at me like I am everything. “Stay away from her. She’s my wife.” Clyde growled, his hand tightening into a fist. I almost laughed. Because for the first time in eight years…those words meant nothing to me. He broke me once. Now he wants me back. But I didn’t come back for love. I came back to take everything he ever chose over me.

He is the most cold and domineering man in the entire empire, never getting close to women, but an accident bound him to her in marriage. During the day, he's cold and irritable, but at night, he holds her tightly, backing her into a corner with a mix of dominance and tenderness, whispering soft demands and kissing her lips as if he wants to engrave her into his very soul. “Baby, tell me you love me.” “For the rest of your life, be only mine, alright?” Once a man who looked down on everything, now his heart and eyes are filled with only her.

Max Siegel loved me deeply and promised me the grandest wedding anyone had ever seen. However, just three days before the big day, everything changed. The custom-made wedding dress he'd ordered for me was given to his stepsister, Fawn Lewis, and instead, he handed me a pill—one that could erase memories. “Kate,” he said, “I don’t want to hurt you, but Fawn has just been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She doesn’t have long. Her last wish is to marry me. I can’t have her leave this world with regrets. “This pill will make you forget everything about us for a few days. But don’t worry. After the wedding is over, I’ll give you the antidote, and you’ll remember everything again. Then, I’ll give you the wedding you deserve.” His tone left no room for negotiation. Without hesitation, I took the pill and swallowed it. However, what he didn’t know was that I developed that drug myself, and there was no antidote. Three days from now, I would forget the man I loved most—him. And once that happens, there’s no turning back and no chance to start over.