I Regret Being Alpha’s Secret Mate novel Chapter 1

On the day I crossed the borders of the Blood Moon Pack territory, Julian Vance shifted into his massive black wolf, tearing through the forest.

But he still didn’t make it before I vanished into the rogue lands.

Inside my head, the usually cold Alpha was flooding our private mind—link with frantic roars.

“They said you left the territory. Tell me it’s a lie, Chloe.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll claim you as Luna in front of the whole pack. Just come back, please.”

“Don’t do this to me. My wolf is going insane.”

“You’re joking, right? Open your mind—link!”

“Speak to me, I’m begging you!”

His desperation sent a sharp sting through my chest, but the feeling vanished just as quickly as it came.

For several days, I blocked whatever mind—link he sent.

I dragged a silver knife across the ugly burn scar on my neck—the only proof that I was once his mate—forcing my blood to wash away the final threads connecting us.

Hearing Julian’s desperate words felt like a bad joke.

Where was this energy before?

Wasn’t he the one who forced me to be his hidden, shameful mate for all those years?

It was the fifth year of our secret mating.

I was cleaning his office when I found a gilded parchment hidden in his drawer.

It was an invitation to the Luna Naming Ceremony.

The Alpha Groom: Julian Vance.

The Chosen Luna: Serena Thorne.

Not Me.

Serena’s father was the most powerful Alpha of the neighboring pack.

Tucked under the invitation was a pack treaty document.

He had already secured absolute control of the Blood Moon Pack.

He was the undisputed Alpha, yet he hadn’t fulfilled his five—year—old promise to acknowledge me as his fated mate.

The fragile string of hope I’d been clinging to snapped.

A gaping hole tore open in my chest, leaving me breathless with pain.

My hand instinctively reached up to touch the crook of my neck.

There, hidden beneath my collar, was an ugly scar.

It wasn’t a mating mark.

It was the place where Julian had sunk his fangs into my flesh to claim me.

Then, to hide my existence from the elders, he had a witch burn the mark away.

I left the Alpha’s office in a daze.

Walking through the pack square, I stood in the shadows.

Looking up, I saw Julian standing on the Alpha House balcony.

Beside him stood Serena, her silver wolf rubbing affectionately against his shoulder.

Like a match made by the Moon Goddess herself.

How ridiculous.

A she—wolf bumped into me.

She caught a whiff of my scent and sneered.

Someone recognized me as the “filthy Omega” who had shamelessly been lingering around the Alpha recently.

“Doesn’t she look familiar? I think she’s that Omega who’s been stalking our Alpha.”

“How does a low—born Omega still have the nerve to show her face here? Alpha Julian is mating Serena soon. Someone should teach this bitch her place!”

A slap landed on my face before I could react.

I stumbled, tasting my own blood.

“No, I’m the one… I’m Alpha Julian’s true mate…” I gasped.

“You slut! Are you losing your mind? A bitch trying to climb into the Alpha’s bed?”

Several high—ranking she—wolves swarmed me, their eyes glowing yellow.

They tore at my hair, landing blow after blow.

Sharp nails raked across my pale skin, digging into the flesh.

The freezing rain started to fall, making the ground icy.

My body screamed in pain, and my heart felt like it was being shredded by silver.

“Little bitch, say you’re the Alpha’s mate one more time, and I’ll rip your throat out! Where is your mark, huh? You don’t even carry his scent!”

I thought of the Luna Naming Ceremony.

I thought of the burn scar on my neck.

Suddenly, I stopped fighting.

I lay there in the freezing mud, numb, letting them beat me as tears streamed down my face.

Shortly after, I was dragged into the Pack Dungeon.

When the Enforcer saw me, his face twisted in disgust.

“Her again? The Omega who’s obsessed with the Alpha. Gets her ass kicked by the pack females every other day. Pathetic.”

Five years in the Blood Moon Pack, and I had lost count of how many times I had been thrown into these damp, cold cells after being attacked as a “homewrecker.”

Half of my face was swollen.

I was forced onto the icy stone floor behind iron bars.

The shouts of the she—wolves still echoed in my ears.

I stared out the barred window.

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