[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!

**

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 their numbers.

On a normal basis, I would have shifted to Cora, my wolf, and would have maimed all of them to their bones, irrespective of their numbers, battle artistry, or size— I wasn’t GreyStone’s Luna for nothing.

But sadly, nothing was normal about this instance. As I was emotionally wounded— stabbed to the chest because of love, because I had given my all to someone...

My fated mate, Alpha Cayden Hunter, the fearless Ruler of GreyStone Pack, had suddenly presented me with divorce papers and had rejected me out of the blue… and the stinging part was that I was clueless of his reason or what I had done wrong!

The only thing I could ever be accused of was giving that man my all. In fact, I had gone against my family, my entire Pack… my darling parents, just so I could be with Cayden. I had tolerated his sister’s trash talks and had even put up with his villainous mother.

But look what I was given in return-- betrayal, hurt and a divorce envelope stoned to my happiness.

What was most disturbing now was the fact that I had believed Cayden was beginning to love me, as he had suddenly grown nicer. In fact, Cayden had, for the first time since our outré Mating ceremony, had sex with me, of which my frenzied moans had echoed throughout the entire expanse of the Mansion’s Grand Hall.

It had been a casual afternoon and I had been in the Grand Hall on the Mansion’s East tail sorting the Documents and Indentures of the Residential Estate Cayden had just acquired.

This was one of my usual ‘idle businesses’ as the Mate of a Powerful Alpha who wanted to earn her mate’s love at all costs.

Yeah, sad right?

But don't judge me. They say "You must fight for your Love". So that was what I had believed and held onto.

I had finished recording the Estate sale’s agreements and had been rounding up some other entries when Cayden had quietly snuck up behind me and immediately took me into a liquid cuddle, completely hauling me off the Chenille couch.

My slender body had been crushed into the warming depth of his muscle-packed framework. And without warning, he had circled me around and straddled my legs around his sturdy waist, like I didn’t even weigh up to a feather. He had then ripped off every piece of clothing that stood in his way before he plunged his threatening length deep inside me.

I had let out emotive moans— moans of surprise and deeper confusion rather than of pleasure, as I wasn’t still certain of what had hit me— literally. But this had changed within the following seconds of Cayden’s heavy thrusts, as it had started to stir up a rush inside me.

My moans had taken a higher pitch as exhilaration and fervor had been added, but Cayden had muffled my squeals of pleasure with venereal kisses while still digging his way into my soul.

My hunger for him had been ignited the more so that I had assumed partial control in our heated grinding and had begun swaying against his thick erection with risky haste.

The following moment had been filled with more electrifying pulses, hair pulls, dampened cuddles, vigorous growls, heated grinds, and spirited clinches… and I had savored every single second of it, wishing it would never end.

Cayden also hadn’t relented in his thrusts until my legs had pleaded their surrender and trembled violently in the air of my culmination.

I had been really happy and hopeful after that racy experience since It had been the first time we had gotten that intimate. I had interpreted it as a sign that our relationship was about taking a positive turn, but just when I had started to settle into the bliss of this newfound hope, Cayden suddenly presented me with divorce papers.

Wild right?

At first, I had thought it to be just spoofing jokes even though it really hadn't seemed like one. I had then asked him countless times what I had done wrong but he had only offered me a snub and a dismissive attitude. Still, I had decided not to sign the papers, as I wasn’t ready to give into such a reality and render all my years of sacrifices useless, even though the divorce papers had already been signed by Cayden.

“I can’t just let him go. He is my fated.” I had occasionally reminded myself in spite of the hurt I was burdened with.

I had been so certain it wasn’t real life, because… ”How could you just have the most enamored sex with me and want to send me away afterward?” Things like that could only be acted out in a movie! … or so I had thought.

However, after a few days of more silence and contempt, things had finally been made clearer to me as I had walked in on the very scene of Cayden making love to another woman! And I had almost collapsed at the sight.

He had betrayed me and the resulting pain had been so stabbing that my heart had seemed to burn up in its cavity so that even my tears had grown steamy. The memory flashes and loneliness had tortured me for days, but as hurtful as it had been, I had appreciated the clarity and understanding it had given me, even though it came at the expense of my sanity.

The unsung lady, whoever the fuck she was, had suddenly started staying in the house, and nobody had seemed bothered by that development. Cayden’s family was unbothered, his subordinates were not disturbed, his family acted clueless. Everyone was just neutral while I was fucking losing my mind!

With the following days, the galling lassie had effortlessly earned Cayden’s love and utmost attention— something I had struggled years to achieve, despite the fact of me being his fated mate… The crazy part was that Cayden didn’t act like he owed me an explanation, and this was beginning to build up annoyance within me.

I had grown really ruffled and confused that I had finally decided to sign the fucking papers and leave them to their unruly union, but first, I had resolved to confront Cayden and get answers from him— an explanation at least, of why he would suddenly decide to do something this cruel to me. I knew I didn’t matter much to him, but the least he could have done was to dismiss me some way else.

With my resolve, I had barged in on their glorious family dinner on an ill evening…

~ Vain Confrontation

{Isla's POV}

“Cayden!” I yelled, drawing all the glares at the table to my person. Cayden’s expression still remained straight as he didn’t bother sparing me a look, but in that instance, I wasn’t intimidated by it. I was there to pour out my heart and get answers, and that was what I did.

“Who is she?” I started with a solid tone, aiming my finger at the crafty lady on his side.

“For the past few days, this woman has been staying in this house and nobody has bothered saying anything? She and Cayden are suddenly so close, and everyone is chill about it? Don’t any of you think I deserve, at least, an explanation for all this muddle!” I was doing so well until my tears betrayed me and began trailing down my cheeks. However, I couldn’t blame the tears because, with the heat in my chest, even my heart was threatening to leap out.

“You don’t get to talk to us that way!” Cayden’s mother, Sassaba, voiced as she shot to her feet. “Who do you think you are!”

Who am I? Who is she!

I motioned to reply to her but was promptly interrupted by an obvious charade. The nameless lady had stood up to guide Cayden’s mother back into her seat. “Mother, don’t stress yourself because of her. You need rest.” She said withi a calm volume as she guided Sassaba back into her chair and I grew a glower at once.

What a snake, already playing her cards so deviously!

“The woman you refer to as ‘she’ is Cayden’s new wife, thus the future Luna; once you decide to sign the papers and get the hell out of here!” Lucil, Cayden’s kid sister, added with a scoff.

So they all knew about this? The whole freaking family was involved in this vile scheme?

I shifted my blurry gaze to Cayden in anticipation of his contribution or voice or anything! But no, the chap just sat there staring into the blank air, not still bothering to spare me a look.

What did I do to deserve such ill-treatment from him?

“You’re lucky my son doesn’t want to publicly reject you, else you would be out of here by now. Ivanka here is the royalty my son needs, not some filthy lowlife picked up from a Cabbagetown simply because she’s the fated mate to a nobility.” Sassaba avowed furiously again and tears poured out my eyes in response to my growing sobs. The woman was really aiming for my heart.

My lips jumbled a few words but they weren’t audible and even I didn’t know what I wanted to say. So I remained mute as Sassaba continued throwing audio daggers.

“So don’t you dare think that he can be yours because the moon goddess matched you with him. You are nothing but a beggared Omega, while Ivanka is of an Alpha blood, like the rest of us, so she’s everything! With her and Cayden’s union and our packs’ alliances, GreyStone can finally be noticed by the Lord Alpha and Cayden can be promoted. So, like it or not, you’ve lost!” She shot and I felt my pulse drop to a dangerous level.

Once again, the Ivanka lady played the humble hero, urging Sassaba to calm herself while simultaneously giving me a scornful look.

I knew it. Devil!

I felt like saying a million things in defense but all my strength was spilling along with my tears.

“I’m…” was all my lips could manage before the conversational chaos continued.

“It’s time you leave, Isla. As Mother said, you’re lucky my brother is being merciful. Sign the papers and you can finally have what you want.” She averred and Cayden finally reacted with a twitch in his gaze.

What does she mean by ‘have what I want’?

Impulsively, I dipped my gaze to the divorce papers in my hand and I straightened up their folds. For the first time, I realized that there was a compensatory contract document along with the divorce ones. Cayden had consented to give me two million dollars if I signed the divorce papers and forfeited the Luna title.

Suddenly, two fine Edgar black leather shoes appeared before my field of view, so that I inched my gaze back up and realized Cayden was before me.

Almost immediately, his lavender savor mixed with his sweet sandalwood scent and his blissful aura overwhelmed my being so that all my worry and grief disappeared momentarily.

He wore a navy blue suit tailored to perfection as the fabric embraced his frame with precision, accentuating his broad shoulders and tapered waist. The lapels, adorned with a subtle sheen, gracefully framed his crisp white shirt beneath and I could literally feel the heat his whole dress ensemble was emanating.

I looked up at his face since he was moderately taller than me, and I was reminded why he was the most stunning man I’d ever seen.

Cayden was a moderately tall, cashmere-skinned, muscly artwork of a man… but this was just the basics of his actual charm. Cayden had a face and a semblance so divine that it could intimidate even the gods. The delicacy of his features was something that could effortlessly claim the amazement of any onlooker.

His snatched jawline, appealing lips, and ocean-blue eyes all expressed nothing but warming tranquility as they all faultlessly complemented his already faultless face, making him possess a celestial guise.

I stared at his appealing lips with the hope that the words that were about to come out of them would somehow make all this make sense, and just then he said my name.

“Isla...” He started with his deep rumble that was his voice which always sent animating chills down my spine, and I looked more eagerly at him, my anticipation keen as ever!

“You can keep one of my mansions if you still don’t feel satisfied.” He mouthed and all my glee fell at once!

No no! No, he didn’t just…

“No, you didn’t… you didn’t just say…” My thoughts became loud but they also tangled up on my tongue as I staggered backwards in utter terror.

“You can—” He started to say but I immediately curtailed his attempt.

“Stop!” I yelled as loud as my lungs permitted while my tears increased their pace.

There was a following silence in respect to my venting but it was promptly interrupted by Sassaba’s voice.

This woman!

“What right does she have to talk to my son that way? She has gone mad! Guards take her away!” I could hear her say, but I couldn’t care less, as my attention was still very fixed on Cayden who had grown a tight frown.

“Cayden, y… you can’t…” I tried talking but my words were failing me once again. It was almost as if I was expressing them as tears instead.

“What!” Cayden rejoined as he dismissed the guards that had assembled to carry out Sassaba’s bidding with a wave of his fingers. “I’ve given you the popularity you wanted, and now I’m adding riches to it…” He affirmed and I felt my heart scatter into a billion pieces.

“Stop it, please...” I muttered in a barely audible volume as my sobs were choking me up, but Cayden?… he just continued his rambling.

“Take this.” He took hold of my left palm and slammed a note in my hands. “This is another two million dollar check for your addition.” He offered and I felt my temper build up at once!

“I don’t want your fucking money!” I roared throwing every single paper piece that was formally in my grip to the ground.

“What do you want then!” Cayden voiced, gesturing his hands loosely in the air. “More money? More fame? You’ve always been so interested in my properties, my money, and my assets, and now I’m giving you enough money for you to own and fucking leave!”.

“I want your love! I just want you to fucking love me, Cayden!” I returned tearfully but sank to my knees as my chest suddenly bore a draining weight.

My tears spilled as heavy sobs overwhelmed me, attacking my breathing. But from my puling, my ears still managed to pick up the chatter of that one, vile voice— Ivanka’s.

“Yes, mother. I also think she’s a fake. She just wants more money. You should just have her thrown out and not give her a dime.” The loose wretch alleged and I felt like going over to her and ripping her face off.

I promptly rose to my feet in my attempt but I halted as I noticed Cayden’s unwavering expression. He looked unmoved by everything. Everything I had said or done didn’t seem to move him in the slightest and I was forced to realize he wasn’t worthy of my tears.

I lowered myself to the ground again and carefully, I gathered all the papers and checks, while my tears busied themselves with drenching some of them.

Standing back up, I looked straight into Cayden’s eyes— his blue-tinged ones against my probably-bloody ones, and said, “I was only interested in helping you build your wealth so that you could notice me, and maybe start loving me as a result.” I slammed the papers against his chest so that he was forced to grab hold of them. “But turns out that decision was my greatest mistake! You don’t need to pay me to leave your life.” I glowered and straightened up my pose.

“I, Isla Canmore, reject you, Alpha Cayden Hunter, as my fated mate!” I announced very sternly and noticed the blow in his expression as I circled around. And with that, I had left the room… and his life.

I had known from the very start that Cayden didn’t love me as much as I did him, but I had settled for perseverance and patience, hoping that with time, he would come to love me… and so far, look where that has gotten me; a really creepy forest with rogues trailing behind me with the hope of making me their Prisoner.

Now, I could only wish Cayden and my ‘Royal replacement’—scoff, a lovely matrimony, and focus on what was left of my woeful life.

On the bright side, I was about to be captured by these Rogues. Hopefully, they would treat me less cruelly…

~ Slow Regret…

{Cayden’s POV}

“Did she just…” I knowingly stopped my attempt at continuing that sentence as I already completed it in my head.

It was the plan all along— for her to take the compensation and quietly leave my life, but I didn’t expect her to reject me so suddenly and seriously.

I was to do that!

In fact, the whole episode was still very shocking to me as I had never known Isla to be so… so wild. She had shown me her confidence and a feisty spirit that I had never seen before in all our years as mates.

I had been really provoked with how she talked to me but at the same time I had been too puzzled to react, and she had walked off leaving me that way.

I could still hear my mum cursing and protesting in the background, and for some odd reason, I wasn’t really comfortable with her volume anymore.

“She has no right to reject my son! A low-born Omega like her rejecting an Alpha? She should be killed!” She bewailed while Ivanka supported her claim.

“Mum!” I bawled as I spindled myself to face her, my voice resounding through the entire room. “That’s enough!”

“But Son.” Her tone grew calmer at once. “You shouldn’t have allowed that wretch to just scurry away after talking to you like that! She…”

“What should I have done, mum! Bind her in chains and lock her up? She’s gone for goodness’ sake! Isn’t that what we all wanted!” I queried her, and also queried myself.

Wasn’t this what I wanted too? Why was I suddenly so unsettled then?

I knew I never actually loved Isla. She was always too… too demanding, and I never truly stopped loving Ivanka even after I had been mated. So this made it difficult for me to focus my affection on Isla, coupled with the fact that she was just an ordinary Omega Werewolf. Hence, when Ivanka somehow made her way back into my life, I didn’t doubt the flow. It just seemed right, especially since she was of an Alpha blood just like me. But now everything is just jumbled up and I don’t know how to feel.

“Cayden.” My mother called again, but I was in no mood to listen to anything she had to say.

“Mum, I don’t want to hear it. You should go rest in your room. Lucil, take Mother to her room.” I voiced with a firm resolve and they both quietly did as I had instructed. They knew better than to spill my anger any further.

“My love.” I felt a gentle rub over my shoulder after some quiet seconds, and I circled around to meet Ivanka who was now making herself comfortable in our proximity.

“I think what mother is trying to say is,” She started with a smutty tone. “Don’t stress yourself over that Isla chick.” She placed her palm gingerly on my cheeks. “I’m here now, so forget about that Rotter.” She concluded softly and I felt Kiba, my wolf, growl at the instance of her cursing Isla. Even her words were disconcerting me.

“Ivanka.” I mouthed, loosening myself from her clinch. “Maybe you should go wait for me in the room. I need to attend to something urgent.” I lied, not, In Fact, knowing what my next motive was. But I knew I needed to be away from anyone that would remind me of the situation.

“Uhm… Are you sure?” She asked, carefully studying my phizog.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Sweetheart.” I forced a good smile and fortunately, she bought it.

“Okay, love. I’ll be waiting for you and your…” She willfully trailed off and smiled naughtily as she retreated, while I beamed in return and maintained it until she was out of sight.

Once I was alone, I began studying the room, searching for something— anything, that I could use to distract myself and busy my mind. Luckily for me, Daniel, my Beta, walked in.

He was wearing a dull look and I knew it was due to the heated drama from some minutes ago.

Daniel, from the very start, was a huge fan of I and Isla’s relationship, as bumpy as it was. Hence he was never in support of me divorcing Isla, even though I had explained myself to him a thousand times.

“Good day, Alpha.” He greeted me with unusual respect, and I understood why. He habitually did this anytime he was displeased with something I had done.

“Daniel.” I mouthed, my tone revealing that I was happy to see him. “I noticed you abruptly left earlier,” I stated with a questioning tone rather than an emphatic one.

“Yes, I had to make sure the Pack runnings were orderly since you were occupied with...” He briefed me with a slight twitch, and I knew he was lying. He most likely left because he wasn’t comfortable with the wrangle between Isla and everyone. However, I didn’t mind his lie. His being here was distracting me from ruminating on that same occurrence.

“Okay.” I smiled briefly as we strolled out towards the Sunroom but then, I suddenly thought of something I could busy my mind with.

“Daniel, the entries and records for the Pack’s new Residential Estate,” I started to say, turning to face him. “I’d love to fill them myself so I can fully understand the contract settlement.”

“You mean, so you can keep yourself from thinking about her.” He said with a sullen look and I shot him a murderous glare in return.

“Okay okay. I shouldn’t be talking like this.” He immediately acknowledged, understanding my glower.

“But as for the Estate fillings.” He continued. “Luna Isla had done that a few days ago. She even filled the asset outlays too— the ones we’ve been postponing for months.” He added and “Right!” was all I managed to mutter.

“Oh and...” He voiced again with a slight urgency. “I saw Ivanka on my way here.” He paused and studied the air for some seconds. “No no. I saw the new Luna— Luna Ivanka on my way here, “He continued, clearly mockingly. “and she said to remind you that she’s waiting.” He concluded with a brief but willful smirk while I grew a frown, but I immediately dissolved it so he wouldn’t notice.

“Of course.” I forced another smile while our dialogue grew quiet. I clearly knew what Daniel was trying to do and the fact that he was beginning to succeed and I couldn’t stop him was starting to annoy me.

The silence continued for a bit while my brain jumbled up some new thoughts that were somewhat unclear to me.

“Do you think you have any idea where Isla might be? I need to talk to her.” I suddenly heard myself say.

Daniel had succeeded!

“How would I know?” He scoffed and dug his concentration into the files he was holding, and my urge to get an answer rose to the maximum.

“She couldn’t have gone far. She should still be around.” I mouthed as my eyeballs vainly tried to prove my claim right.

“As a matter of fact. I don’t think she’s around anymore, Alpha. I tried looking for her and even asked some menial workers but they all said they hadn’t seen her around. Nobody has. But I guess that’s a good thing, right?” Daniel smiled and continued scrutinizing the files. He was torturing me!

“Yeah… No problem then. I just wanted to tell her a few things, that's all.” I said in defeat and my uneasiness rose.

Kiba was really growling within and I couldn’t clearly understand why, but I knew I now needed to be alone.

“Uhm, Daniel. I’ll see you later. I need to go to make some, some calls.” I promptly said as I turned to take my leave, knowing that he knew I was trying to escape from his ridicule. Being my childhood friend bought him that much familiarity and understanding, and some days, it was favorable while some days, it was not. Today was one of those days.

“You have a meeting with the Subordinates from RockyHill Pack.” He called but I didn’t bother replying— I couldn’t.

Suddenly, all I could think of was the night I had spent with Isla. It had been my first with her but it had been the best— the most sensational! And now, it was all my clogged mind could feed me.

Her flawless skin, her misleading chest, her sylphlike waist, her soft thighs, her champaca scent! God, I was losing it, and it was making me more and more restless.

I knew I didn’t have feelings for her, so why did I lose control over myself that night! Why wasn’t I able to restrain my will? Why did I desperately crave for her?

I had bedded Ivanka afterwards but it wasn’t the same.

Why!

A million other thoughts brimmed my mind and I could only grow more and more confused.

“You’re not wrong. You didn’t love her, so you sent her away. It’s not your fault she's not your class. She’s just an Omega— a lowly Omega compared to you, a superior Alpha Werewolf. The moon goddess mismatched you. Yes! She mismatched you!” I assured myself as I scurried off to goddess-knows-where. I was losing my mind!