His Cruel Bonded Omega,The Alpha’s Late Regret — Novel

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In a world where bonds are sacred and betrayal cuts deep, Lyra Ashvale finds herself trapped in a cruel twist of fate. Her mating ceremony, meant to seal her future with Alaric Nightfall, the Alpha who once vowed to cherish her, spirals into chaos when a shocking image reveals her entanglement with his sworn enemy. As Alaric's cold indifference shatters her heart, Lyra grapples with the bitter reality of being cast aside for the very wolf who conspired against her mother.

Three years of desperate longing and unrequited love stretch ahead, as Alaric parades a new bond with Seren Ashvale, Lyra's own stepsister, turning her into the pack’s laughingstock. The whispers of betrayal and scorn echo in her mind, yet the remnants of their once fervent connection linger like a ghost. How can she let go of a bond that once felt like home?

As the stakes rise and her heartache deepens, Lyra must choose: cling to a love that has become a weapon against her, or summon the strength to reclaim her identity and break free from the chains of a bond that now feels more like a curse. Will she find the courage to rise from the ashes of her despair, or will the weight of her past keep her shackled forever?

His Cruel Bonded Omega,The Alpha’s Late RegretChapter 1

At my mating ceremony, the massive moonstone display suddenly projected images of me tangled in a den with Alaric Nightfall's sworn enemy.

Before I could react, Alaric had already handled the chaos with chilling efficiency, his Alpha command silencing the gasps and growls of the gathered pack members. Then he calmly walked me through the rest of the bonding ritual as if nothing had happened.

When the feast finally ended and I tried to explain, I found him pinning my stepsister to our mating bed, claiming her with savage abandon.

My screams and tears earned me nothing but his dismissive reply:

"What's this? A heat-addled Omega like you putting on a devoted mate act for me?"

After that night, Alaric showered Seren Ashvale with affection—private dens, moonstone jewelry, gifts beyond counting.

They paraded their bond everywhere, turning me, the Alpha's claimed mate, into the laughingstock of Capital Territory.

For three years I fought to win him back. It took a healer handing me pup-loss papers to finally wake me up.

If the bond was already dead, why was I still clinging to its corpse?

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