Alpha's Regret The Luna He Lost Forever

I heard Alpha Alexander had fallen for a human girl who already had a longtime boyfriend. But Alexander was the true ruler of this city. There was nothing he wanted that he couldn't take. My friend told me all this when she brought clothes to the facility where he had me locked away. I coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out. When I woke up, Alexander—whom I hadn’t seen in six months—was standing by my hospital bed, speaking in a cool, detached voice. "Eleanor, promise me you won’t cause her any trouble, and I’ll bring you home. You can have all the privileges of a Luna again." Finally, I gave a quiet nod. Before blacking out, I had just learned that my brother Charles lost everything in a failed investment last month and got tangled up with ruthless loan sharks. If Alexander hadn't stepped in, they would have driven Charles to his death. It was just infidelity. For Charles's sake, I wouldn't fight it anymore. Less than ten minutes after the car pulled out of the compound, a black SUV slammed violently into our flank. The car rolled twice before grinding to a halt. The driver's neck was twisted at an unnatural angle. He was already gone. I crawled out through the shattered window, a sharp, tearing pain ripping through my shoulder blade. For a werewolf, an injury like this wasn't fatal; it would heal in minutes. But the second wave of attacks came even faster. A silver bullet grazed my ribs, and an agonizing burn spread instantly. Silver suppressed our healing, and blood quickly soaked through my clothes. I dragged myself into the roadside bushes, pulled out my phone, and dialed Alexander's number. It rang for a long time before he finally picked up. Swallowing the metallic taste of blood rising in my throat, I choked out, "Alexander, I..." His voice was laced with impatience. "Didn't I send a driver to pick you up? I told you I'm busy. Eleanor, can't you just be reasonable for once?" The background noise on the other end suddenly flared. A familiar sound came through. A girl's desperate screams echoed: "Alexander, do whatever you want to me! Why do you have to hurt him?!" Alexander’s voice remained calm, but his words sent chills down my spine. "Sophia, I warned you. If you dare say yes to his proposal, I'll make sure he spends the rest of his life in a wheelchair." So, the fragile little girl Alexander fought so hard to protect was named Sophia. Suddenly, I realized why that sound was so familiar. It sounded just like me the first time I caught Alexander cheating, smashing every single thing I could find in our house. Alexander always knew how to drive people insane. On the line, Sophia sobbed, begging him to spare her boyfriend. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard Sophia's whimpers. "Please... be gentle..." When I woke up, Alexander was sitting on the nearby sofa, scrolling through his phone. Noticing my gaze, he hesitated, reaching out to check the temperature of my forehead. I turned my head away, my voice raspy. "I'm fine." Alexander scoffed, pulling his hand back coldly. "Eleanor, pulling a stunt like this the moment you get out? Don't you think it's time to stop?" My mind went completely blank. "I've told you countless times, no one will ever threaten your position. You are the only Luna and Mate of Alexander Harrison." "Competing with a fragile human and getting yourself all battered up—what does that even get you?" So, he actually believed this assassination attempt was just a pathetic ploy to fight for his attention. I parted my lips, but every word felt hollow. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." After all, I had no right to defend myself anymore. Alexander seemed pleased with my submission. Soon after, Charles called to tell me that Alexander had covered the interest on his predatory loans. See? As long as I stayed invisible and knew my place, Alexander would solve all our problems. "If it hurts too much, Eleanor, just leave him. Break the Mate Bond," Charles said, his voice strained. "I'll figure out the debt somehow." My hand trembled as I held the phone. I knew what had happened. Our family assets had been seized and liquidated by the Pack. Our cars, our estates, everything had changed hands overnight. Yet it still wasn't enough to fill the debt hole. Charles had been pushed to the edge, forced to put every property under his name on the market within three days. I heard that when Alexander finally found Charles, my brother was sitting alone in an empty living room. All the furniture was gone, leaving only a single sofa. On the coffee table lay stacks of deed transfers. We had lost everything. We were cornered. Now Alexander was offering cars, houses, and money. All he wanted in return was for me to play blind and make way for his beautiful romance with Sophia. Given our situation, what right did I have to say no? I forced a faint smile. "It doesn't hurt. I'm just playing blind. I can do that." After being discharged, I tried my best to be a dutiful Luna. I stopped asking where Alexander went or how much he spent. When he got drunk at business banquets and needed someone to pick him up, I sent Sophia’s number. When he said he craved my homemade clam chowder, I dialed Sophia and told her to make it and deliver it to him. When he mentioned his new custom cufflinks didn't match any suit, I had Sophia coordinate with his personal tailor. ... Until three months later, when Alexander called me out of the blue. He said he was coming home for dinner tonight.After dinner, as I mechanically laid out the suit he was to wear tomorrow, he suddenly pinned me down against the mattress. "You've been so obedient lately. It doesn't even feel like you..." As his kisses rained down on my face, the heavy scent of gardenia—the exact perfume Sophia always wore—assaulted my senses. The heat in the room rose, making the fragrance overwhelmingly suffocating. A sudden wave of intense nausea hit my throat. I forced myself to swallow it down. But lost in the heat of the moment, Alexander groaned Sophia's name. My mind went completely blank. A searing pain tore upward from my lower abdomen straight to my chest. In the next second, with strength I didn't know I possessed, I shoved him off me. I sprinted into the bathroom and collapsed beside the toilet, dry-heaving violently. Alexander followed me in. Seeing what I was doing, the lust in his eyes evaporated instantly. Leaning against the doorframe with a slight frown, his voice was tight with irritation. "What's wrong with you?" I didn't answer. The sound of my wretched retching echoed through the tiles. Losing his patience, he tossed out a cold remark: "I'll have a private Pack Healer check on you tomorrow." The roar of his car engine faded downstairs, taking any remnant of my sleep with it. I curled up in the corner of the bed, struggling against the wave of physical sickness. Inside me, my wolf whimpered in sorrow. She was in agony from our mate's betrayal. I climbed out of bed and rummaged through the drawers looking for medicine, but my fingers brushed against a pearl necklace tucked deep in the cabinet. The cold metal suddenly felt scorching hot against my skin, burning so fiercely I almost dropped it. I remembered that necklace. It was the autumn after we first got together. Alexander took me to a charity auction. I had never cared much for jewelry, spending the whole night flipping through the catalog out of boredom. He had leaned in close, resting his chin on my shoulder, pointing at one page: "This one." It was a South Sea golden pearl, lustrous and perfectly round. I glanced at the estimated price and shook my head. "Too expensive. Not worth it." He said nothing, just smiled. When the pearl was brought to the stage, he casually raised his paddle. Someone outbid him; he raised it again. The bidder pushed further, and Alexander simply threw out a number three times the estimate, silencing the entire room. When the gavel struck, he turned to look at me, his eyes shining with boyish pride and tender devotion. "Do you like it?" I nodded, stunned. He laced his fingers through mine, whispering, "Then it's worth it." Later, I found out the auction was an event his father made him attend just for appearances; he hadn't planned on spending a dime. Yet he broke the rule for me. When the necklace was placed in my hands, he said, "The color suits you. But if you ever get tired of it, I'll bid on something even better." I rolled my eyes at him. "You waste money." He laughed, pulling me into his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. "If it's for you, I'll waste all the money in the world." In the years that followed, countless jewels flowed into my dressing room—rare, bespoke, and priceless pieces beyond count. But the one I wore most often was always this necklace. Not because of its value, but because of the way his eyes looked when he said "it's worth it" that night. They were the brightest stars I had ever seen. Later, it became something I couldn't bear to throw away. And now, it was something I needed to discard. Pulling myself out of the memories, I carried the necklace to the balcony and hurled it into the night with all my might. The golden pearl vanished into the flower beds below, lost from sight. Two months later, an unexpected visitor arrived at the door. Sophia. She was dressed in the latest Chanel-style designer suit, an exorbitant luxury watch on her wrist. Even the diamond earrings she wore were the ones Alexander had fiercely bidded on at an auction a while back. I knew she had accepted Alexander's obsessive, possessive love. Like so many women before her, she came to demand that I sever my Mate Bond with Alexander. "He doesn't love you anymore. There's no point in holding onto this position," she sneered. "And I need the Luna title to wash away the shame of being called a mistress." Yet, right now, I needed the title too. All I had left was Charles. I could yield on everything else, but on this, I could not back down.Seeing no reaction from me, hatred flashed in Sophia's eyes. She slammed her hands on the table and stood up. "Eleanor, why couldn't you keep a leash on Alexander?!" "He's an Alpha! Why did you let him push me and my boyfriend to the brink of ruin?!" "I ended up like this all because of your uselessness! You did this to me!" "If I don't get to be happy, neither of you culprits will ever find peace!" She lunged forward, throwing her entire weight onto me. My lower back slammed hard against the sharp metal edge of the table. The excruciating pain stole my breath away. I tried to shove her off. Yet before I could even apply any force, she threw herself backward onto the floor, sending the plates and forks crashing down around her. I turned around and saw Sophia clutching her lower belly in agony. Blood was already staining the fabric of her skirt crimson. Was she... pregnant? The maids' screams echoed through the villa, followed by Alexander's frantic shouts from the foyer. In the next heartbeat, a vicious, stinging slap struck across my face. The blow was so brutal that the metallic taste of blood instantly filled my mouth. "Eleanor!" "I thought bringing you back for a few months would teach you how to behave, but you're still as vicious as ever!" A surge of suffocating bitterness rose in my throat, tasting thick and foul. I choked out through cracked lips, "I didn't push her..." Alexander didn't care to listen. He scooped Sophia into his arms and sprinted out the door. The man who never flinched at any boardroom negotiation or pack battle was trembling visibly as he ran. A week later, Charles called me. "Eleanor, could you ask Alexander why he suddenly cut off the Pack account that was paying down my debt?" "If it's too much trouble... forget I asked." I gave a muffled hum. I knew Charles was far too proud; he would never have called if he hadn't been backed into a corner. When I dialed Alexander, he answered almost immediately, as if he had been waiting by the phone. "Which account? Oh... that one. I thought it was compromised, so I unlinked it. Is there a problem?" His tone was completely nonchalant. Yet it struck my heart like a sledgehammer. My fingers nervously twisted my shirt hem as I forced myself to speak. "Charles can't wait any longer... Darling, could you just care for me one more time, like you used to?" *Darling.* I hadn't called him that in ages. The other end went dead silent. After some rustling noises, a different voice picked up. It was Sophia. "Eleanor, do you have any idea how tight Pack finances are right now? You and Charles are like bottomless pits. No matter how much money he pours into you, it's never enough. You're going to drag him down completely." *Tight finances...* The headline I had seen that morning suddenly flashed across my mind: *Alpha Alexander Harrison Splurges Millions on New Flame! Multimillion-Dollar Estate and Luxury Fleet Transferred to Sophia!* So that was why Pack funds were "tight." An endless wave of bitterness washed over my tongue, gnawing at me like a swarm of insects, sending tremors through my soul. "Alexander left this matter for me to handle," Sophia said smoothly. "If you can please me, maybe he'll clear your brother's debts after all." I agreed without a second thought. "I'll send you an address. Come see me tomorrow, and I'll tell you what to do." I never imagined that the address Sophia sent would be my childhood home. Standing at the gate, looking at the familiar exterior walls, it felt like another lifetime. The peach blossom tree outside the gate was in full bloom.When Alexander and I planted that peach tree together, he had asked me: "Do you know the language of peach blossoms?" I shook my head. He leaned down, gently nipping at my earlobe, his hot breath washing over my skin, making my heart race. "Eleanor, I am willing to be a prisoner of your love." A spring breeze brushed past, snapping me back to reality. I let out a mocking laugh. I walked into the courtyard. Through the sheer white curtains of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunlight glinted off the polished furniture. I saw the two of them tangled together on the lounge chair my late mother had loved most. Alexander’s breath was heavy, his voice laced with teasing and restraint. "Alright, you promised. Don't take it too far." Sophia giggled, giving his shoulder a playful push. "You've already signed this house over to me. Why do you still care what I do with it?" *Signed the house over to her?* Losing all composure, I burst into the room and confronted him. "You really gave her this house?!" Alexander pulled away from Sophia and leisurely wrapped his silk robe around himself. "Yes. The paperwork is being processed." The moment those words left his mouth, a high-pitched buzzing filled my ears. I couldn't hold back the storm inside me anymore. Like a madwoman, I lunged forward, pounding my fists against his chest. "Why did you give it to her?! You promised that as long as I obeyed you, this house would stay mine!" "Alexander, why did you give it to her?! Why?!" He grabbed my flailing wrists and shoved me violently onto the sofa. Even though the cushions were plush, a sharp, throbbing pain shot through my lower abdomen when I landed. "She lost a pup. This house is my compensation to her." "If it had been you who lost a pup that day, I would have compensated you too." "And Eleanor—don't forget why you came here today." In that instant, I forgot how to cry, how to scream, how to hate. As my senses slowly returned, Sophia had finished smoothing her clothes. "Eleanor, I haven't quite figured out how to punish you yet. How about... you get on your knees and beg me?" Meeting Sophia's condescending gaze, a wave of profound humiliation washed over me. Yet I knew I had no choice. The room fell into dead silence. In that moment, there was only a soft, dull thud. It wasn't just my knees hitting the floor. It was the pride of my werewolf soul, standing tall for twenty-six years, shattering into pieces. Sophia smiled. "I don't have all day to sit here with you." "This is your old house; you must know where the security cameras are. If I check the feed on my phone and see you get up, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Charles." With that, she looped her arm through Alexander's and walked out. The pain in my stomach grew worse and worse. It hurt so much I couldn't even straighten my spine. Every time I tried to rise and catch my breath, the security camera in the corner would tilt slightly. The person behind the lens seemed to be warning me again and again: if I dared run, if I dared stand, Charles was finished. As dusk fell, I suddenly felt a warm trickle between my thighs. Under the pale moonlight, I saw my trousers were already soaked in dark crimson. In sheer terror, I dialed Charles's number. Sobbing hysterically, I told him I was dying, that I was bleeding so much. Charles came. He was still in his work suit, not even having time to change. Trembling, he scooped me into his arms and raced toward the Pack Healer's clinic. "Eleanor, don't sleep! Look at me, look at Charles!" "Eleanor! Stay awake!" Right before being wheeled into the treatment room, through my blurred vision, I caught a glimpse of Alexander. In all our years together, it was the first time I had ever seen him look so panicked. A man who always kept every hair in place was now wearing his coat inside out. Could he actually look this frantic for me? Too late. I never wanted to see him again.