Alpha's Regret: They All Want to Mark My Abandoned Mate

(Seraphina's POV)

I wasn’t sure, but were all men like this? They wanted stability at home with a long-term partner, yet couldn’t resist chasing excitement elsewhere?

The sound of running water from the bathroom gnawed at my nerves.

Lucien was taking a shower.

Meanwhile, his lover had sent me a photo—a picture of the two of them holding hands.

Even though Lucien’s face wasn’t visible, I recognized him immediately. That was his hand.

Because on that hand, he still wore our wedding ring.

We’d been married for three years, and this wasn’t the first time I’d received such a message.

I thought I had grown numb to it all, but seeing this photo still pierced my heart.

My wolf, Bevy, whimpered in anguish inside me, and I couldn’t stop my tears from falling, splattering onto the screen of my phone.

“What are you crying for? Didn’t I just satisfy you?”

Lucien’s icy voice came from behind me. Startled, I quickly wiped the tears from my face and turned around.

He stood there in a black silk robe, the collar slightly open to reveal his toned chest. Drops of water clung to his wet black hair and trailed down his skin. His sapphire-blue eyes bored into me, cold and unyielding.

This face—one I had seen for three years—still felt like that of a stranger. Though we called this place home, he rarely came back.

But each time I saw him, my heart would race uncontrollably.

He was Lucien Draven, Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, ruling over all neighboring clans and wolf packs.

Young, tall, strong, and devastatingly handsome, he had every reason to be the object of every she-wolf’s desire.

The only thing I had to be thankful for was that such a perfect man was my destined mate.

But the price I paid was enduring the side of him no one else saw—his tyranny, his cruelty, his indifference, and his infidelity.

Still, I kept clinging to the hope that one day my patience and devotion would move him.

“Lucien, I think we need to talk.” I mustered my courage, trying to steady my voice.

He didn’t care. His gaze swept over me with disinterest. “Don’t waste your time, Seraphina Quinn. I will never mark you.”

I had heard this line countless times over the past three years, and every time, it cut like a blade.

I was his destined mate. I was Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, respected by all. We had held a grand ceremony, blessed by the Moon Goddess and witnessed by countless wolves.

But none of that mattered to him.

He had never acknowledged me, which was why he refused to mark me or let me bear his pups.

From the very beginning, his heart had belonged to the woman who constantly challenged my place.

I clenched the fabric of my dress, holding back tears. Finally, swallowing the pain in my throat, I choked out, “Why? The entire pack has witnessed us. Why won’t you mark me and let me truly become yours?”

“Why?” Lucien sneered. He took a step closer, his voice dripping with contempt. “Seraphina, how dare you even ask.”

He continued advancing, backing me into a corner.

Behind me was the cold, unyielding wall. In front of me, Lucien’s heated chest loomed.

We were too close. I could smell the fresh scent of his shower, mingled with the overwhelming musk of his masculinity.

I had never been this close to Lucien outside of our nights in bed.

My heart raced uncontrollably, my breaths hitching.

Bevy stirred, excited, wanting to be nearer to Lucien’s wolf.

“Kiss him,” she urged. “This is your chance! Take him back from that woman!”

Bevy’s voice tempted me. I closed my eyes and slowly tilted my head, summoning the courage to kiss him.

But the tender moment I imagined never came.

Instead, I was shoved aside by a forceful hand.

I froze, stunned, and looked up in horror.

Lucien towered over me, his expression full of arrogance and disdain.

“Do you know how pathetic you look right now? Just as pathetic as the day you climbed into my bed, you filthy wretch.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He dressed swiftly, and as he reached the door, he spoke again, his voice cold as ice.

“Don’t forget to take your pills. A weak woman like you doesn’t deserve to bear my pups.”

With that, he left without a backward glance.

The door slammed shut. I collapsed onto the floor, completely lost. My heart felt like it had been thrown into the depths of a ravine.

So this… this was how Lucien truly saw me?

The pain was unbearable, as if it might kill me.

Why? Why would the Moon Goddess give me a mate who didn’t love me? Was this a blessing or a punishment?

Just then, my phone buzzed again. The screen lit up with another message from her.

“I told you, Lucien will always belong to me. You’ll never keep him, so why humiliate yourself any further?”

Anger and despair swirled in my chest. I wanted to respond, to fight back, but no words came.

Then, a sudden, searing pain tore through me, like a thousand needles piercing my heart all at once.

Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

It was my father and brother.

Moments later, my father’s panicked voice echoed in my mind.

“Seraphina, something’s happened to your brother!”