His Regret, My Throne

Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna. To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic. He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing. He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be together. For three hundred years, I firmly believed I was his Luna, his other half. But now, I was looking right at him. Kael, my Kael, thrusting his hips forward in a violent, primal rhythm, pinning a woman against the mattress. A bell hung around her ankle, chiming with his every movement. It was Lyra. My handmaiden. Her magic-laced voice slithered into my mind via the mind-link. "Does it hurt, Luna? The Bell of Severance only rings when I feel... pleasure. And with every chime, your soul shatters a little more." Kael kissed her passionately. "Make it ring louder. I want to hear it."

Betrayal shatters everything when a loyal warrior is framed by the very woman his Alpha loves. Cast out from his pack and stripped of his rank, he must navigate a treacherous path of survival while nursing a broken heart. As dark secrets regarding the Alpha's mate surface, he seeks justice against those who orchestrated his downfall. In a world of shifting loyalties, can he reclaim his honor and find a love that is truly earned?

After a violent confrontation leads to a devastating fall, Nicole loses the use of her hands, ending her career as a master surgeon. Her husband chooses to save her sister instead, dismissive of Nicole's injury. However, the true tragedy remains hidden from him. As a ghost, their child watches the fallout of his neglect. Nicole was the only one capable of performing the surgery to treat the child's heart failure, and his choice has ensured their son's death.

After years of devotion, a Luna faces the ultimate betrayal when her Alpha mate chooses his mistress over their twenty-three children. Cast aside and heartbroken, she must navigate the pain of a shattered bond while protecting her massive family from a pack that has turned its back on them. This emotional tale follows her journey of resilience as she seeks a new life, proving that a mother's love is more powerful than any fated connection.

Luna discovers a devastating secret: her mate Damon and his lover Elora used her as a surrogate for their own biological child. For twenty-two years, she remains silent, raising Torin with care until he inherits the Alpha title. At the succession ceremony, the truth is revealed as Elora claims her son. Torin, siding with his biological parents, demands his mother drink a potion to sever her mate bond and vanish. Accepting her fate with a mysterious smile, she prepares to leave it all behind.

I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze. Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist. She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before. "This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late. I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me. Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air. I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon. The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.