Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Luna After the Loss
My Alpha, Charlie—the man who once claimed to love me deeply—was now indulging himself in unspeakable games of lust at The Velvet Bite, the wolves' most depraved and forbidden brothel.
There, he entertained himself with barely eighteen-year-old women, all alluring and seductive, their laughter ringing in the air.
"Harder, come on! My mighty Alpha…"
"Ah! If you go any rougher, I might not be able to take it!"
On the phone, I heard my cousin Lisa’s familiar voice-breathless, laughing. Charlie was too lost in pleasure to realize he’d dialed the wrong number.