The Alpha King's Last Regret

ucture that once held laughter, love, and life. Five years had passed since that night, but the pain hadn't aged. It was still fresh. Still bleeding. Since then, I had worked endlessly. Day

e, then I will fight for myself. I stood, fists clenched, fire rising in my chest. As I moved toward my mother's portrait, when all of a sudden I heard it. The unmistakable sound of cars pulling up outside. I rushed to the window. And there... for the first time in five years... I saw him. Kade King Majesty. The very breath in my throat froze. No... this can't be real. My body stiffened, chilled to the core. Am I hallucinating already? I backed away from the window, heart thudding, and took a deep breath. Slowly, I crept back to peer through the curtain, just in time to see him alight from the car. But this was not the boy-prince I once knew. No. This was a King. He stepped out like the very world owed him air. His presence struck like thunder, lethal and silent. He wore a crisp white shirt tucked into obsidian trousers tailored with such perfection they clung to every muscle. A heavy fur coat, regal and golden-dark, draped across his shoulders like a mantle of war. Golden jewelry glinted against his skin... rings, chains, a pair of earrings shaped like a dagger dangling from his both ears. And then there was the tattoo, inked along the right side of his neck, trailing into his collar. A bold, black crest. Not there five years ago. A mark of power, rebellion, and danger. Something that signify him as the one true King of the Wolf Empire. His curly hair had grown longer, pulled back in a loose, effortless style that framed his chiseled face. His jaw was sharp, dusted with the kind of stubble that made him look cruelly handsome, sinful, even. His eyes, those