Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 105

Author’s POV

Natalia paced her penthouse apartment, her slender fingers clutching her cell phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

The evening lights of the city sparkled beyond her floor–to–ceiling windows, but she noticed none of it. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Alexander–and that woman who had taken him from her.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to go,” she muttered to herself, taking another sip of her third glass of whiskey.

The satisfaction she’d expected to feel after orchestrating Felix’s “accident” had quickly evaporated. She had been certain that Summer would completely fall apart after losing her precious little Alpha son.

As terrible as it sounded, even to her own ears, the boy’s death should have been her opportunity.Summer should have crumbled–broken beyond repair.

What Alpha wouldn’t eventually tire of a mate drowning in endless grief?

What man would want to spend his life consoling a woman who had lost everything?

That bitch should’ve died with her son.

Alexander would have needed comfort. Support. Understanding.

Things Natalia was more than ready to provide.

But instead of the expected emotional collapse, Summer had somehow pulled herself together. Not only was she functioning, but she was now establishing some kind of foundation in her dead son’s name. The formal invitation to the charity gala sat on Natalia’s glass coffee table, mocking her with its elegant script and embossed lettering.

“The Felix Winster Foundation,” she read aloud, her voice dripping with contempt. “Dedicated to

supporting families affected by pack violence and ensuring justice for victims.”

Her wolf,Nyra growled inside her, bristling with jealousy and resentment. Summer should have been

destroyed by now, not creating legacies and hosting galas. And Alexander–her Alexander–shouldn’t still

be by that woman’s side, supporting her every move like some devoted puppy.

Natalia drained her glass, enjoying the burn of alcohol down her throat. Her mind raced through

possibilities before landing on an idea that made her lips curl into a slow, calculated smile.

If Summer wanted to make this public, to invite the entire werewolf community to celebrate her son’s memory, then perhaps she should face all aspects of her past. Including the man who had once owned her body and soul.

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Natalia reached for her laptop, quickly pulling up the contact information she needed. As a well-

connected she–wolf who had bedded half the Alphas on the eastern seaboard, her network was extensive

and valuable.

Finding Alpha Foster ‘s private number took less than five minutes.

Her finger hovered over the call button, Nyra practically salivating at the chaos this would cause. Summer thought she was safe in Alexander’s territory, playing the grieving mother turned social activist. But Natalia knew better. Some wounds never healed–and Alpha Foster was Summer’s deepest wound.

“Let’s see how composed you stay when your past walks through those doors, sweetheart,” she whispered, pressing call.

Alpha Foster answered on the second ring, his voice as cold and authoritative as she remembered from their brief encounter at a Council meeting years before.

“This is Alpha Foster.”

“Alpha,” Natalia purred, her voice dropping to its most seductive register. “This is Natalia Thompson.I have some information I believe you’ll find quite… interesting. Regarding your former Luna and your son.”

There was a pause on the line, followed by the sound of a door closing.

“Go on,” he commanded, interest evident in his tone.

“Your former mate is hosting a gala for a foundation in your son’s name,“Natalia said, examining my perfect manicure. “The Felix Winster Foundation. The most powerful Alphas and Council members will be there, discussing pack violence prevention measures. Yet somehow… the boy’s father wasn’t invited.”

Alpha Foster’s growl vibrated through the phone. “Where?”

“Alexander Blackwood’s territory. The Grand Ballroom at the The Crescent Hall Hotel, three weeks from now. All the event details can be forwarded to you.” I paused strategically. “I can ensure Alexander is… distracted… during the event. Give you time to reclaim what’s yours.”

“Deal.”

After ending the call, I immediately dialed another number–a contact who specialized in obtaining hard- to–find substances within wolf circles.

“Nathan? It’s Natalia. I need something special for an upcoming event. Something that would make an Alpha… particularly receptive to an old flame. Yes, that kind exactly.” I smiled at my reflection in the window. “Price is no object.”

Natalia poured myself another drink, raising it in a mock toast to the city lights.

After ending the call, Natalia poured herself another drink, raising it in a mock toast to the city lights. U

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