His Regret

CHAPTER ONE

I wore a wide smile as I caught my partner’s scent approaching his office door. Something about being near him made all my anxieties melt away, though I couldn’t quite explain it.

Using my left hand, I tidied my hair and swept a few wayward pieces behind my ear before tapping gently on the door.

“Come in,” came his deep voice.

I turned the handle and eased the door open just enough to look inside. Darrell sat at his desk, eyes fixed intently on his laptop, clearly absorbed in his work.

“Hey, baby,” I said quietly.

He looked up sharply at the sound of my voice, and when our eyes met, his mouth curved into a smile.

That smile always affected me, filling my chest with warmth.

“Hey.”

I entered completely and shut the door gently behind me.

“Are you busy?” I asked, returning his smile.

“A bit,” he said with a sigh, dragging his hand through his dark hair. “But I’m almost finished. Just need to complete this report. I’m happy you’re here, though.”

“That’s fine. I don’t mind waiting,” I said.

His attention went back to the computer while I moved toward the guest chair. Once seated, I found myself studying his features—the defined cheekbones, the strong jaw, those intense gray eyes that always seemed to look straight into me.

Darrell glanced up again, eyebrow raised. “Why are you sitting so far away? Are you trying to avoid me?”

I gave a soft smile. Not at all. It’s just that…”

“Then come over here,” he interrupted, tapping his thigh.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked nervously, my eyes darting to the door.

“Let me handle that, sweetheart,” he replied with a playful grin. “Now come here.”

My pulse quickened and I started twisting my fingers together, uncertain whether to comply.

“Should I come get you?” he challenged, beginning to stand.

“No…” I responded hastily, rising from my seat before he could, my face heating up.

As I approached him, I attempted to hide my embarrassment, but I knew he’d already noticed it.

I assumed he meant for me to stand next to him, but I was wrong. As soon as I was within reach, Darrell stretched out his arm, took my hand, and drew me directly onto his lap.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Darrell!” I gasped, trying to stand up. “The door isn’t locked. What if someone walks in?”

But his arms were locked around me like steel, stopping me from standing. “Let them. Why do I have to concern myself with that?”

Realizing I couldn’t win this argument, I gave up resisting and allowed him to do as he pleased. His hands framed my face, and without hesitation, his lips met mine.

The kiss was gentle, heated, and full of emotion.

It might have intensified further if I hadn’t carefully broken away.

“Seriously... someone might walk in,” I murmured once more.

“So?” He raised a brow. “Are you that shy of me?”

“No, baby…” I exhaled, knowing the truth was more complex than that.

Darrell wasn’t simply the Alpha of Nightshade Pack, one of the largest and most influential packs in the country. He was also being groomed by his father to take on the role of Supreme Alpha.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Being an Alpha wasn’t actually the highest title a werewolf could have. There’s also one rank above it: the Supreme Alpha.

Each country had only one Supreme Alpha, who ruled over all the Alphas and their packs within their territory. They enforced laws, kept the peace, held absolute authority, and attended meetings with other Supreme Alphas from around the world. And in America, that position currently belonged to Darrell’s father. His command was the law of all the werewolves in America.

And his bloodline has been ruling for decades.

But just because Darrell came from the best bloodline and his father was currently in the seat didn’t mean the title would be handed to him on a silver platter. There was still the Challenge, a process every future Supreme Alpha had to face. It involved trials of strength, wisdom, and finally, something like a vote from the High Council.

But still, in all of America, there was no one as strong, as supported, and as wise.....no, I would call him cunning— as cunning as Darrell Blackwood.

And maybe that’s why everyone, including me, believed he would take the seat just like his father did.

And when he did, right by his side would be me.

Beyond his status as future Alpha, Darrell was the kind of man every woman fantasized about. His sculpted features, straight nose, and piercing gaze made him irresistible—no girl could help but be drawn to him. I felt incredibly fortunate that destiny had paired us together a month earlier.

We’d kept our relationship private because I feared the backlash from his many admirers, so only our parents were aware of it.

We were both anxiously anticipating the upcoming marking ceremony, just a month away, when we could finally seal our bond permanently. According to pack customs, mates could only mark each other during the official ceremony held every four months. Three months had already elapsed, and now we were in the final countdown.

I was so ready for it.

“You know I prefer staying out of drama. So I’m just…” I let out a deep breath. “Just trying to steer clear of issues with all those girls who want you,” I confessed quietly. “I don’t want to become gossip material.”

Darrell laughed softly. “When did you start worrying about other people’s opinions?”

“Ever since we got together,” I replied, and we both laughed.

“Really?”

“Yes. Plus, you know what my parents are like.”

His expression grew more serious.

Indeed. My parents despised the thought of me being with him, which was strange given how deeply my father admired his father. Their connection went beyond the typical Alpha-Beta relationship—my father held Supreme Alpha Darius Blackwood in higher regard than anyone else.

Yet that admiration didn’t carry over to his son.

My father believed Darrell was nothing like Darius. He warned me I’d come to regret choosing someone like him and predicted he’d eventually shatter my heart.

But he was mistaken, because I was genuinely content with Darrell.

“You’re worried about public opinion, and you’re worried about your parents. And yet..you’ve fallen for Darrell Blackwood, the future Supreme Alpha,” he said teasingly, his eyebrow lifting with amusement. “How fascinating.”

Look at him showing off.

Darrell smiled wider when he saw my irritated look.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I rolled my eyes and wanted to stand up in anger, but he pulled me back onto his lap and suddenly tugged my tucked-in shirt free from my skirt. His warm hand slipped underneath, gliding over my stomach and slowly trailing upward.

“Darrell…” I warned, breath catching.

All anger suddenly faded away.

“I need you, angel,” he whispered, eyes dark with emotion. “If I don’t have you, I swear I’ll drop dead.”

Angel? He always called me that… his angel. He said I came into his life when everything was falling apart. That I brought light to his darkest nights. That I made him feel alive again.

He said I was the reason behind every smile he had.

And I believed him.

My cheeks burned hotter than ever… like I’d turned into a sun-ripened tomato. A shy smile tugged at my lips, but it was quickly replaced by a soft and helpless moan.

“Easy,” I whispered, trying to hide my flustered cheeks.

“You don’t like this?” he teased, pressing his thumb gently around my n****e.

“I do… it’s just that my boobs have been so sore lately, and any little touch sends my whole body into a spiral.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “Then let’s check them out.”

Before I could protest, Darrell pulled up my shirt. I turned my back to him, and he unclasped my bra. As my breasts became visible, I quickly covered them with my hand, my cheeks heating up despite the fact that he had seen me naked many times.

He turned me to face him, removed my hand from my breast, and latched onto my left n****e while his hand never left the other breast, fingers expertly teasing and twisting.

His mouth was warm and greedy, sucking as if he were a starved man who had just found his favorite food.

“Darrellllll…” I let out a soft moan, trying to keep my voice at bay.

God, I hate how much I love this.

I didn’t even realize when I placed my hand on Darrell’s head, guiding him to suck more.

“f**k, yeah!”

“Darrell,” I called out the moment I felt him spread my legs the way I was seated on his lap.

“Still nervous?” he whispered, returning his lips to my n*****s.

“No… I just… someone could walk in,” I mumbled, biting my lower lip.

“Forget everyone. Just focus on how good I make you feel,” he murmured, sliding my panties to the side and brushing his fingers over my slick, swollen c**t.

“I love how you are always wet for me.”

I threw my head back as he circled his finger slowly, then faster, and my breath caught. I couldn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded, my eyes half-lidded.

Without warning, he slipped two fingers into me, curling them just right as his mouth left my breast and began kissing along my neck.

“Oh… oh… yeah.” I moaned softly, grinding into his hand.

Increasing his pace, he said, “Don’t hold back your moan.”

I didn’t trust myself well enough to speak, so I gave another nod.

“I love how your body reacts to my touch. I could f**k you all day.”

“Yes…” I moaned.

“Yes what?” He knowingly increased the pace, pumping his fingers into me as wet sounds filled the air.

“Don’t stop, baby.”

“Say it.”

“I… oh f**k… yes. I want you to f**k me hard, Darrell.”

“Beg for it.”

He’s really torturing me.

“Please,” I whispered, my lips parted, voice shaking.

“Please what?” he groaned, not relenting his pace.

“I want yo… your c**k…”

Before the words could fully leave my mouth, he pressed a finger against my lips to silence me.

“I told you already, I’ll make love to you like you deserve. Taste every inch of you. Worship you until you’re breathless. And today won’t be any different.”

He gently slapped the face of my p***y and then made me stand up from his lap. He stood as well, bent me over his desk with one of his hands pinning me down and the other lifting up my skirt.

Then he used his leg to spread my legs a bit, slapped my ass lightly, and slid into me, deep and thick, filling me all at once.

His pace was slow at first.

“Hmm, yes, baby.” I moaned in pleasure as Darrell started thrusting deeper and faster.

My nails scraped against the desk, my moans echoing off the soundproof wall, not bothering if others could hear us. He went rough on me until we both came together, with him emptying his seed inside me.

But two weeks later, my little perfect world shattered like a delicate glass castle crushed underfoot, and I realized I had been living in a fantasy world I built all on my own.

My parents were right after all, and their words echoed relentlessly in my mind.

He will break your heart.

And Darrell did. He’s leaving me for good!

Now, he stood before me, not as the man who once whispered promises against my skin, but as a stranger… holding a wedding invitation in his hands.

A wedding that wasn’t mine.