Alpha's Regret: Claiming My Stolen Twins

Seraphina’s POV

My body betrayed me completely in his presence. Every dormant sensation awakened at once, like electricity coursing through veins I had forgotten existed.

Heat pooled in my chest while my breath hitched. The room narrowed until only he remained, everything else fading into meaningless background noise.

"Julian."

His name escaped as barely a whisper, carrying more weight than I intended. It sounded like surrender, like a woman calling across empty nights for someone who would never answer.

He stepped inside without acknowledgment, his imposing frame consuming the doorway before moving deeper into my cramped sanctuary. No knock, no request for entry. Just the assumption that my space belonged to him by right.

I kept my gaze fixed downward, unable to bear witnessing the raw hatred that surely burned in his eyes. The confusion ate at me. Shouldn’t he be celebrating? Finally free of his burden, his unwanted mistake?

"So you abandoned a mansion with every luxury imaginable," his voice cut through the silence, each word dripping with controlled fury that stung worse than screaming, "to hide in this filthy roadside dump."

My eyes remained glued to the threadbare carpet. During our time together as mates, I had commanded respect from everyone in the pack. As Luna, my authority was absolute, second only to his. I had never cowered before his strength or position.

But I had always trembled before the way he could ignite my soul with a glance or extinguish it with indifference. My pulse would race at the mere sound of his footsteps, an involuntary response I could never suppress.

"Get your things. We’re going home."

The command shattered my trance. My head snapped up, meeting his stare directly for the first time. I let everything show in my expression—the exhaustion, the defiance, the pain I could no longer hide.

"Aren’t you exhausted by this?" The words tasted like ash. I had sworn not to break down in front of him, but tears betrayed my resolve, streaming hot down my face.

"Stop pretending you don’t know exactly what this is," I continued, my voice cracking but determined. "We’re alone now. No audience to perform for. So why drag me back when you finally have what you wanted?"

The question tore from my throat, a desperate demand for closure. I deserved peace. I deserved to build a life beyond his overwhelming shadow.

"I—" Something flickered across his features, too quick to decipher.

I wouldn’t let him deflect again. I had more to say.

"I molded myself into everything you demanded. I lived by your rules, breathed at your pace, existed only as you saw fit. But you never showed me an ounce of kindness or understanding. I’m finished." My volume rose with each word, every syllable hammering against the wall between us. "Finished being treated like some plague because I agreed to this marriage. I’m your mate, damn it, and while neither of us chose this bond, you made me feel responsible for destroying your happiness. You convinced me I was the villain in your story, and maybe everything would be different if we’d never crossed paths, but I refuse to carry that guilt anymore!"

The brutal honesty seemed to stagger him. His expression shifted through emotions I’d never witnessed before—regret, recognition, and possibly vulnerability. The moment passed quickly.

"You want answers," he said, his tone gentler but still commanding. "I’ll give them to you. But right now, I need you to come home with me."

Always the same. He never truly listened, convinced his judgment was law. The arrogance was suffocating.

"Where’s my father?" Cold dread replaced my fury. He better have been bluffing about that threat. I could forgive many of his cruelties, even his harshest words and neglect. But touching my father or causing him pain was unforgivable. And I was certain he had already made him suffer.

"Your father is safe," Julian answered, his gaze unwavering. Then his voice dropped to a menacing whisper that froze my blood. "For now."

My heart plummeted. The implicit threat was crystal clear, a calculated manipulation.

"Why do you despise me this much? What sin did I commit against you?" I whispered, hating how broken and desperate I sounded. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He extended his hand toward me, perhaps to offer comfort or assert control. Instinctively, I recoiled as if avoiding a blow.

"I promise we’ll discuss everything once we’re home," he said, lowering his hand. But he had no concept of what home meant.

The journey back to pack territory passed in suffocating silence, heavy with unresolved tension. Each mile felt like another shackle being forged, dragging me toward a future I no longer wanted. When the massive stone walls of the packhouse emerged through the trees, dread flooded my system.

The car came to a stop. Julian was beside my door instantly, pulling it open. I climbed out on unsteady legs, barely acknowledging his presence. When I finally looked up, my breath caught in my throat.

Alpha Quincy stood waiting, his silver hair seeming to crackle with barely contained energy. His normally calm blue eyes blazed with icy rage.

His stare bore into me with furious disappointment, and I knew with absolute certainty that my real nightmare was just beginning.