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The Alpha's Desperate Regret

"A monster like you could never be my Luna." Those words shatter Elara Voss on the night she finally shifts... into the forbidden Shadow Wolf. Rejected by the Alpha King and cast out as a cursed monster, Elara flees into the rogue lands with nothing but humiliation burning in her chest. But when Kairos Blackthorn comes hunting for her, he doesn't find the broken omega he rejected. He finds a queen. In a moment of fury, Elara does the impossible-she marks the Alpha King instead. Now the bond is reversed. The king who rejected her feels every ounce of her pain... her rage... and her growing power. As war brews between brothers and ancient enemies rise from the shadows, Kairos must fight to win back the mate he destroyed before Elara's darkness consumes them all.
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Chapter 4

The shadows didn't feel like a curse anymore. They felt like silk.

Kael stood and held out his hand. "Come outside. There's a clearing behind the cave. It's safe. I want to show you what you can really do."

I looked at his hand, scarred, strong and steady. For twenty-two years, hands were only ever meant for hitting me or handing me chores. But Kael's hand was an invitation. After a moment, I took it. His touch sparked fire, but underneath, the shadows around him seemed to cling too eagerly, like they wanted more than just to teach.

We stood close for a second, his skin warm against mine, and the air in the cave seemed to hum. He didn't let go right away, and neither did I.

Then he cleared his throat and stepped back. "This way."

I followed him out.

The clearing was small, surrounded by thick trees. Sun came through the leaves in spots. The air smelled fresh, like pine and wet earth.

I stood in the center of the hidden clearing, my breath coming in short, excited gasps. Kael stood ten feet away, his arms crossed over his scarred chest, watching me with an intensity that made my skin hum.

"Shift when you're ready. Not because the moon says so. Because you want to." he said.

I took a deep breath. "I don't know how to do it on purpose. It just...happened."

"You do," he insisted, his gold eyes locking onto mine. "It's already in you. Stop fighting the dark, Elara. Feel the shadows at your feet. They've been waiting for you to notice them."

I closed my eyes. Everything got quiet. I felt the air on my skin, the cool shade under the trees, the darkness at my feet like it was waiting.

LET US OUT. My wolf whispered softly.

I did. This shift came easier, not as painful. My body changed, fur came, paws instead of hands and when I opened my eyes, it was silver and bright and the clearing looked sharper. The shadows weren't just empty dark. They felt alive, moving toward me like old friends.

Kael watched me with his arms crossed.

"Walk into them," Kael commanded, looking both surprised and proud. "Let them take you."

I stepped forward.

A shadow by a tree reached out. I didn't stop. I walked right in.

One second I was there. Next second I stood behind Kael, quiet as anything.

I shifted back to human, and a laugh came out of me.

Like an actual laugh which surprised me because I couldn't remember the last time anything had felt good enough to make that sound come out of me.

"Holy shit. That was amazing" I said.

Kael smiled a real one this time. "That's just the start. You can hide in shadows, move through them fast, maybe even pull someone else in if you get stronger. The pack fears it because they can't control it. But you can."

I felt a spark of something I hadn't felt in years. Joy. For the first time in twenty-two years, I wasn't the scentless mutt cleaning grease off the floors. I was a Shadow Wolf. I was a predator.

Kael stepped closer, his gold eyes locking onto mine. He reached out, his thumb grazing my jawline, and that two mates he'd mentioned last night flared to life. It wasn't the heavy, painful shackle Kairos had placed on me. It was a live wire-hot, electric, and completely reckless.

"You're a fast learner, Elara," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration. "Kairos was a fool to think he could keep a force of nature like you in a kitchen."

I looked up at him, the air between us turning thick and heavy. For a second, I forgot the scars, forgot the exile, and forgot the King who had shattered me. I just wanted to see if Kael tasted as dangerous as he smelled.

He reached out slowly and brushed a leaf out of my hair. His fingers stayed near my cheek for a second. My heart started beating faster.

Why did his touch feel so different from Kairos's? Why did it feel like he was asking instead of taking?

A jagged, agonizing pain ripped through my chest. I gasped, clutching my heart as the mate bond with Kairos suddenly turned into a searing brand. It wasn't just a pull anymore-it was a scream of pure, possessive rage.

MINE.

The voice in my head was so loud it made my ears bleed.

Kael's hand dropped. "He's getting louder."

"He knows I'm with someone" I whispered.

The bond pulled again softer, stronger this time. I closed my eyes. No. Not yet.

When I opened them, I met Kael steady gaze.

"Show me more," I said.

His smile came slowly lighting something inside me I hadn't known was still there.

"As much as you want."

Standing in that clearing with shadows curling lazy around my ankles, Kael looking at me like I was worth every risk, I felt it, something bright and fragile I hadn't touched in forever.

Hope.

And underneath it, maybe... just maybe... something else starting. Something reckless.

Something that might just change everything.

I took a breath, ready to ask him what was next, but the air suddenly went stone-cold. The shadows at my feet, the ones that had been playing like puppies, suddenly hissed and dove back into the dirt.

Kael's smile vanished. He shoved me behind him, his claws sliding out with a lethal snick.

"Elara," his eyes were fixed on the tree line where the sunlight didn't reach. "Don't move."

A twig snapped. Not the light, accidental snap of an animal, but the heavy, deliberate crunch of a warrior. Then, a scent cut through the pine and smoke, one that made my stomach drop and my bond scream in a way that nearly brought me to my knees.

Cedar. Storm clouds. And that bitter, metallic tang.

Kairos didn't step out of the trees. He walked out of the nightmare I thought I'd escaped with half a dozen of guards behind him. He didn't look like a King coming to apologize. He looked like a hunter who had finally cornered his prize.

Kairos's gaze swept over the clearing, landing on Kael's hand, which was still hovering near my arm. A low, vibrating growl ripped from the Alpha's throat-a sound so primal it made the leaves on the trees tremble.

"Get your filthy hands off my Luna, Kael," Kairos said, his voice a dangerous, quiet promise of death.

"She isn't yours anymore, brother," Kael countered, stepping forward to shield me. "You rejected the 'monster,' remember? You threw her into the dirt. I just picked her up."

"You were always the weak one, Kael. Father would be ashamed of what you've become."

Kael responds back. "Father didn't exile me, Kairos. You did. You destroyed our bloodline for a crown that doesn't fit you."

Kairos's eyes snapped to mine. For the first time, I didn't see the cold, distant King. I saw a man who was fueled by a terrifying, possessive hunger.

"Elara," he said, his voice cracking just enough for me to feel it through the bond. "Whatever he told you, whatever lies he's fed you... it doesn't matter. You are coming home. Now."

He stepped over the border line, his boots sinking into the Rogue dirt. He held out a hand toward me, not a plea, but a command. Behind him, a guard stepped forward, shaking out a pair of heavy, silver-lined shackles.

"I'm not going back to a cage, Kairos," I said, my voice shaking but loud. "And I'm definitely not going back to you."

The bond flared with his agony, but I pushed it away. I felt the shadows at my back rising, forming a wall of black smoke between me and the man who had broken me.

"I didn't come to ask, Elara," Kairos said, his face hardening back into stone. "I'm taking you back. Even if I have to carry you in chains."

Behind him, a guard stepped forward, shaking out a pair of heavy, silver-lined shackles. My blood went cold. He didn't come to save me. He came to cage me.

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