Regret: Rejecting His Billionaire Supreme Mate
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s pack. I couldn't wait to give my five-year-old daughter, Lily, the
e: my husband's "distant nephew" was pla
find a teacher raising a riding crop
tyn, stepped out with a woman wearing my
rowd I was a mental pa
as the true Luna, claiming our marriage wa
Alpha aura to let him feel powerful, fundi
used my daughter, and tried to cast m
cause he believed his ow
w a rock that drew blood from my d
my scent, and my eye
pute, Austyn. This
pte
erly
ted as a simple banking negotiation had turned into a grueling diplomatic tour to secure the Miller Pack's European assets. I stood in the priv
It was a relic, the only thing known to soothe the bone-breaking agony of a high-blooded pup's first shifts.
anted to
time before boarding the jet. A notification from Instagram popped up
Little Prince enjoying
d turne
sin" my husband, Austyn, had insisted we take in. Jaylin was sitting on the ve
sioned a month ago as a prototype. The one that was
pps to the nursery camera. The sc
through our Mind-Li
a radio through static. He was blocking me. He'd been dista
ht to voicemail. Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at my throat. I switched to the
flickere
-year-old Lily. She was curled into a ball in the cor
was Ms. Albright, the headm
eaker, but the venom was clear. "That toy belongs to Master Jaylin! Austyn m
jerking. "It... it was
n a facility!" Ms. Albright sc
n Lily's arms. The dis
er Wolf, a dormant beast I had suppressed for five years to make Au
L T
gnitaries. I sprinted to the tarmac, my heels
e pilot the second th
ic. When we landed on the private strip at the edge of t
the forest, a blur of white and grey, tearing through the underbrush until the lights of the Pack Academy cam
pened the door. The scent o
you didn't just have strength; you had absolute contr
arten classroom door.
hand," Ms. Albr
her palm extended. Ms. Albright held a riding
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On my child. It caused a burning sensation t
, you dirty little liar," the t
wood splintered, the hinges screaming as t
es widening. She brought t
ding crop inches from Lily's palm. The leather bit into my skin,
rying to yank the weap
anished, replaced by arrogance. "The crazy nan
mbling off the stool and bur
ped my arms around her. She
fyingly calm, "to explain why you are holding a
. "Poison? It's discipline. And she's not your daughter, y
forcers," I
smirked, looking past me toward th
the Luna. I was the hei
ned a
perfect waves. She was wearing a white coat made of pristine Arctic
ustyn had sworn was just an old
-roses and vanilla. It was strong. Too strong. It was the
se sweetness. She looked at me, and her eyes flashed with triumph.