Genius Luna Her Ex Alpha Regretted it

After an intense moment of passion, Rhea Seehorn lay in Patrick Fabian's arms, her body glistening with sweat. For once, Patrick didn’t immediately slip away to the shower. Instead, he held her tightly from behind, with an intensity that made her feel as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one.

Rhea felt herself melt into his embrace, her heart unexpectedly light and filled with excitement, tension, and a hint of sadness. It had been three years since their wedding, yet this was the first time he had ever held her like this.

For the first time, she felt truly loved.

Her heart raced, beating wildly, as if a caged bird inside her chest had been set free. She slowly turned around to face him, hugging him back with all her strength. A pure, sweet smile spread across her face as if she had embraced the whole world.

They stayed like that, entwined in silence.

Finally, Patrick released her, sat up, and pulled on his clothes. He took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, and inhaled deeply. His sharp features blurred in the haze of smoke, hiding any hint of emotion. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers.

Rhea cleared her throat softly. “Didn’t you quit smoking?”

Patrick stubbed out the cigarette, his deep gaze locked on hers. After a few seconds, he broke the silence. “Rhea, let’s end this.”

The words struck her like lightning on a clear day.

Rhea froze, feeling her heart turn cold and brittle, shattering into pieces. Her face went pale as she looked at him in disbelief, her voice shaking.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“Amy’s back. I’m sorry.”

Amy Adams—his ex.

A knife twisted in Rhea's heart. She and Patrick were fated mates, bound by destiny. But three years of being by his side, sharing every moment, couldn’t compare to the shadow of the woman who had now returned.

Being a fated mate didn’t matter; her wolf form was that of an elf-wolf, and that was her original sin. Elf-werewolves, a blend of werewolf and elven blood, were rumoured to have the power to allure men.

Their destiny often involved multiple fated mates. Long ago, a powerful Alpha had defied his pack members to marry his elf-werewolf fated mate, and they had lived peacefully—until she met her second fated mate, the Rogue King, the Alpha’s half-brother. In a tragic betrayal, she handed the Rogue King crucial pack secrets, leading to the Alpha’s defeat and the fall of the pack.

Since then, elf-werewolves had been regarded as an omen of misfortune, never trusted fully by their mates, even if they were fated mates. They were relegated to lower positions within the pack, often taking on the role of an Omega.

Rhea had always sensed that Patrick was drawn to her body, yet she never felt his love. Perhaps he had never truly seen her as a lifelong mate. His heart had always belonged to Amy, a woman from a pure blood rich wolfpack as he is. No wonder that, in all their time together, despite his passion, he had held back from marking her as his.

Her heart sank, defeated and sorrowful. Rhea bit her lip, her body stiff and cold.

With trembling hands, she slipped on her clothes and moved to leave the bed.

Patrick caught her by the shoulder, his voice gentle.

“Where are you going?”

Rhea forced back her tears. “To make breakfast.”

“Let me do it today.” His voice was low, almost tender.

Rhea managed a quiet nod, lying back and pulling the covers over her damp eyes.

When he left the room, she stumbled into the bathroom, unable to hold back the flood of tears. They fell like broken beads, refusing to stop. She hadn’t known that loving someone could hurt this much, like he had taken a piece of her heart with him, leaving only raw pain.

Time passed in a haze until Patrick called for her to come downstairs.

She splashed cold water on her face, again and again, but her eyes remained red, swollen with grief.

When she came down, she saw Patrick waiting for her in the dining room. Dressed in a tailored suit, his tall frame and refined air radiated authority, befitting the future Alpha of the Fabian Wolfpack, one of richest wolfpacks in the country. Just standing there, he commanded attention.

Rhea silently took her seat.

He leaned closer, noticing her red eyes.

His gaze softened. “Have you been crying?”

Rhea tilted her head, forcing a weak smile.

“I got face wash in my eyes. It’ll go away soon.”