Regret: Rejecting His Billionaire Supreme Mate

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

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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

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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.