Regret: Rejecting His Billionaire Supreme Mate

I spent three months in Zurich securing banking rights for my family's pack. I couldn't wait to give my five-year-old daughter, Lily, the rare Starlight Moonstone Beast I’d bought to soothe her shifting pains.

But before I landed, I saw a photo online: my husband's "distant nephew" was playing with that very toy in my living room.

I rushed to the Pack Academy, only to find a teacher raising a riding crop laced with wolfsbane against my child.

Instead of protecting us, my husband, Austyn, stepped out with a woman wearing my furs and my grandmother’s emerald necklace.

He told the gathered crowd I was a mental patient having a delusion.

He hugged his mistress and announced she was the true Luna, claiming our marriage was a mistake and publicly rejecting our bond.

For five years, I had suppressed my Supreme Alpha aura to let him feel powerful, funding his lifestyle and building his reputation.

In return, he brainwashed my pack, abused my daughter, and tried to cast me out as a beggar in my own queendom.

He thought he had won because he believed his own lies about my weakness.

But when his illegitimate son threw a rock that drew blood from my daughter’s face, my patience snapped.

I stopped suppressing my scent, and my eyes turned molten gold.

"This is not a dispute, Austyn. This is an execution."