His Regret

[Think About A Passionate Sex Scene]:

Cayden had snuck up behind Isla, his fated mate, and hauled her off the Couch and into the warming-depth of his muscle-packed body.

Without warning, he circled her around, straddled her on his sturdy waist, and plunged a threatening length into her.

Heavy thrust, pleasured squeals, venereal kisses, hip sways, electrifying pulses, hair pulls, dampened cuddles, vigorous growls, heated grinds… Name it!

Cayden continued digging his way into Isla’s soul until her legs pleaded their surrender…

[Think About A Pleasant Evening]:

Cayden returns from an meeting and goes straight to meet Isla. But instead of carrying a pomander-Bouquet of pink lilies and tulips, he’s holding in his hands.

Divorce papers.

And he presents it to Isla, telling her to sign them and leave! And as if that’s not enough, he even cheats on her with his ex, Ivanka Haine.

Isla is left heartbroken and confused about what she has done wrong.

But even with the weight of her hurt, she still confronts Cayden and his reason is:

“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A BEGGERED OMEGA WHO JUST WANTS MY MONEY AND PROPERTIES. LEAVE!”

Sorrowful, Isla leaves Cayden’s life for good!

[Then Think Of A Banquet Thrown By The Alpha King]:

Cayden, being an Alpha, gets invited to the Alpha King’s Banquet. The Alpha king, being the sovereign ruler of the entire Werewolf race, hosted a Banquet in celebration of his daughter.

But Cayden arrives at the Banquet just to realize the most shocking thing.

Isla is also at the same Banquet.

And she’s that daughter of the King!

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When Cayden realizes his mistake, will he be able to make Love prevail— even when a Princess has sworn to get her revenge?

Or will it be ‘His Regret’?

Find out…

~ Betrayed!

{Isla's POV}

“You make love to me so close just to throw me so far away,” I muttered in tears as I staggered through the shaggy forest path with my bruised heart and my wounded hope— I was literally drunk on my grief.

Almost immediately, I realized I was being followed. I wasn’t quite sure who these creeping bunch were, but I knew they weren’t coming to have a chat.

And I clearly understood why.

It’s not every day you see the eminent Luna of GreyStone Pack wandering through the eerie Woodlands-- alone!

I tried to creep faster now but the swollen weight of the grief in my chest hampered my already shaky legs from making any new advances.

To be honest, there was no point in trying to escape from these prowlers. For all I know, nothing they could do to me would equally match my present agony. Nothing mattered anymore, not even my dear ‘esteemed’ life. So death was the least of my worries, and the stream of doleful tears still trailing from my eyes was an extra validation of this fact.

The nameless crooks were already catching up to me and from perception, I knew they were more than five in