The Broken Luna's Revenge: Alpha's Regret

Charlotte POV:

The day of the Gala arrived with a storm. Thunder rattled the windows of my shack, but I wasn't there.

I was in the presidential suite of the city's finest hotel, surrounded by a team of stylists Jaden had sent.

My hair was styled in cascading waves of gold. My makeup was flawless, hiding the dark circles and the fading bruise on my cheek.

But it was the dress that mattered.

It was royal blue. The color of the deep ocean, the color of the night sky. It was made of AURA's finest silk, designed to ripple like water with every move. It was a dress fit for a Queen.

My parents were there. My father, the old Alpha Glover, looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"We were blind, Charlotte," he said, his voice thick with regret. "We let the Barnes family trample on us because of the old alliance. But seeing what he did to you... throwing you in a silver cage..."

He gripped my hand. "Tonight, the Glover Pack breaks the alliance. We stand with you."

I nodded. "Thank you, Papa."

We drove to the Barnes Estate. The rain had stopped, leaving the air crisp and clean.

The ballroom was packed. Every Alpha from the surrounding territories was there. The air was thick with pheromones and power plays.

When I walked in, the room went silent.

I wasn't the crippled girl in the grey rags anymore. I walked with my head high, my limp barely noticeable thanks to the adrenaline. The blue dress caught the light, making me glow.

Bryant was on the stage, giving a speech about the "prosperity" of the pack. Kalia stood beside him, wearing a white dress that looked like a cheap wedding gown.

He saw me. He faltered in his speech. His eyes widened.

For a second, I saw the old desire in his eyes. The Mate Bond flickered, trying to reattach itself.

But it was too late.

I walked to the center of the room. The crowd parted for me like the Red Sea.

"Charlotte?" Bryant said into the microphone, his voice echoing. "You... you look..."

He didn't finish.

Because the double doors at the far end of the hall were blown open.

A pressure descended on the room. It wasn't just an Alpha Aura. It was heavier, ancient, crushing. It felt like the sky was falling.

Every wolf in the room, from the lowest Omega to the visiting Alphas, fell to their knees. Their instincts screamed at them to submit.

Only I remained standing.

Through the doors walked a man. He was tall, with shoulders broad enough to carry the world. He wore a black tuxedo that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes were the color of molten gold.

Jaden Holt. The Lycan King.

He didn't look at the kneeling crowd. He didn't look at the trembling Bryant on the stage.

He walked straight to me.

The scent hit me then. Not rain and mud. But a storm. Ozone, lightning, cedar, and something uniquely him . It rushed through my veins, waking up every cell in my body.

Mine, my inner wolf whispered. Not with sadness, but with triumph.

Jaden stopped before me. The crushing pressure vanished for me, replaced by a warm, protective blanket.

"My Queen," he said, his voice deep and smooth like velvet.

He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. Sparks-literal, blue sparks-danced across our skin where we touched. The crowd gasped.

Bryant scrambled off the stage.

"King Holt!" he stammered, bowing low. "We... we weren't expecting you."

Jaden ignored him. He offered me his arm.

"Shall we?" he asked me.

I took his arm. We turned to face the stage. To face Bryant.

Bryant looked confused, terrified, and jealous all at once. "Charlotte? What is this?"

I took a deep breath. The microphone was near. I stepped up to it.

I looked Bryant in the eye.

"I, Charlotte Glover," I said, my voice ringing clear and strong, "reject you, Bryant Barnes, as my mate."

The silence that followed was deafening.