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."

Chapter 1

Kimberly POV:

The air in Zurich was crisp, smelling of money and old snow, but my mind was thousands of miles away. I'd been gone for three months. What started as a simple banking negotiation had turned into a grueling diplomatic tour to secure the Miller Pack's European assets. I stood in the private viewing room of the auction house, holding the box that had cost me days of agonizing negotiations. Inside lay the Starlight Moonstone Beast.

It was a plush creature, but woven with threads soaked in moon water and stuffed with crushed calming herbs. It was a relic, the only thing known to soothe the bone-breaking agony of a high-blooded pup's first shifts. My daughter, Lily, had been complaining of joint pain lately. Her blood was powerful. It was waking up early.

I just wanted to go home.

I pulled out my phone, intending to check the nursery cameras one last time before boarding the jet. A notification from Instagram popped up. It was a post from a local socialite in our territory back in America.

The caption read: The Little Prince enjoying his new toy. So regal!

My blood turned to ice.

The photo showed a boy. Jaylin. He was the five-year-old son of a "distant cousin" my husband, Austyn, had insisted we take in. Jaylin was sitting on the velvet sofa in my living room. In his hands, he held a Starlight Moonstone Beast.

Not just any beast. The beast. The one I had commissioned a month ago as a prototype. The one that was supposed to be locked in my safe until I