Reclaiming Love A Billionaires Redemption

The last thing Kai Blackwood expected at his wedding anniversary celebration was *her*.

The massive oak doors of the Silver Crest pack hall exploded inward with such force that the ancient hinges shrieked in protest. Every conversation died. Every glass froze halfway to lips. Every breath caught as a figure stepped through the settling dust, backlit by lightning that split the storm-dark sky.

Seraphina Nightfall had returned.

But this wasn't the broken Omega who'd fled five years ago with tears streaming down her face and rejection burning through her soul. This woman commanded the very air around her, violet eyes blazing with otherworldly power as she surveyed the frozen crowd with predatory grace. Her raven-black hair whipped in an unfelt wind, and shadows seemed to bend toward her like living things seeking their mistress.

"Well, well," her voice carried across the silent hall, rich with deadly amusement. "What a lovely party. I do hope I'm not... interrupting anything important."

Kai's golden eyes locked onto hers across the sea of terrified faces, and the world tilted. His wolf howled in recognition, in desperate longing, in absolute *need*. The mate bond he'd severed five years ago flared back to life like wildfire in his chest, and he had to grip the edge of the head table to keep from falling to his knees.

*Sera.*

She looked magnificent. Terrifying. Nothing like the timid girl who'd once hidden behind her hair and flinched at raised voices. This woman wore power like armor, her lean frame encased in black leather that hugged every deadly curve. Combat boots laced up to her knees, silver buckles gleaming like weapons. A long coat billowed behind her, and Kai caught the glint of blades hidden in its folds.

The Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack had come calling.

"Seraphina," he managed, his voice rough with shock and something that might have been hope. "You're-"

"Alive?" She tilted her head, a smile playing at the corners of her lips that didn't reach her eyes. "Disappointed, Kai? I'm sure you hoped your little rejection would finish what nature started. But I'm afraid I'm much harder to kill than you remember."

Victoria's manicured hand clutched at his arm, her ice-blue eyes wide with what Kai assumed was fear. But when he glanced down, he caught something else flickering across her perfect features. Something that looked almost like... satisfaction?

"How dare you," Victoria's voice trembled with manufactured outrage. "This is a private celebration. You have no right-"

"Actually," Sera's smile sharpened into something that could cut glass, "I have every right. You see, your husband's pack territory borders mine now. The Shadow Moon Pack has been... expanding." Her violet gaze swept the crowd, cataloging faces, measuring threats. "I'm here on official business. Border negotiations."

Murmurs rippled through the assembled pack members. Border negotiations were serious business, handled through proper channels with weeks of preparation. They weren't announced by blowing down doors during anniversary parties.

Unless the Alpha making the announcement had no intention of negotiating at all.

Elder Thorne stepped forward from his place of honor at the head table, his steel-gray eyes sharp with calculation. "Seraphina Ashworth," he said, using her old name deliberately. "You were cast out of this pack five years ago. You have no standing here, no right to make demands."

"Ashworth?" Sera laughed, and the sound sent shivers down Kai's spine. It was nothing like the musical laugh he remembered, soft and sweet and shy. This laugh held edges that could flay a man alive. "Oh, Elder. I haven't been an Ashworth for a very long time."

She took a step forward, and every wolf in the room tensed. The weaker ones actually whimpered, pressing back against the walls as her aura rolled over them like a physical force. But this wasn't the gentle presence of a traditional Luna. This was something older, darker, infinitely more dangerous.

"I am Seraphina Nightfall," she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried to every corner of the hall. "Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack. Defender of the Forgotten. And I'm afraid I have some rather pressing concerns about your... territorial ambitions."

Kai's mind reeled. Alpha? The girl who'd once been too frightened to speak up at pack meetings was now leading her own pack? And the name Nightfall... he'd heard whispers of the Shadow Moon Pack over the past year. Stories that seemed too impossible to believe. A pack that took in rogues and outcasts, led by a mysterious Alpha who never showed their face. A pack that had somehow carved out territory in the most dangerous part of the wilderness and held it against all challengers.

*That was Sera?*

"You're lying," Victoria hissed, though she didn't step forward. Something primal in her recognized the threat Sera represented, even if her human mind couldn't accept it. "She was nothing. A weak little Omega who couldn't even shift properly. She can't be an Alpha."

Sera's head turned toward Victoria with predatory slowness, and Kai felt his protective instincts roar to life. Not for his wife-for Sera. Because he recognized that look, the deadly stillness that preceded violence.

"Careful, Luna," Sera purred. "Your jealousy is showing. Tell me, how does it feel to know you'll always be second choice? That even after five years, even with your perfect marriage and your perfect life, you'll never be what he actually wants?"

"Sera." Kai's voice cracked like a whip, drawing her attention back to him. Her violet eyes were swirling with something that might have been magic, might have been madness. "Enough. What do you want?"

She studied him for a long moment, and he felt stripped bare under that otherworldly gaze. What did she see when she looked at him now? The boy who'd loved her desperately, completely, stupidly? Or the man who'd destroyed them both with a single, devastating sentence?

*I, Kai Blackwood, Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, reject you, Seraphina Ashworth, as my mate.*

The words had torn his heart out even as he spoke them. But he'd had no choice. The threats had been explicit, detailed, horrifying. Reject her or watch her die. Choose the pack's alliance or lose the only thing that mattered.

He'd chosen wrong. He'd chosen like a coward.

And now she was back, powerful beyond imagination and looking at him like he was something she'd scrape off her boot.

"What I want," she said finally, "is very simple. I want you to acknowledge my pack's territorial claims. I want you to pull your patrols back to the original border markers. And I want you to stop sending your wolves to hunt in *my* forests."