Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

Foster’s POV

The silence of my office was deafening. Since Summer had taken my son and fled with that bastard Alexander,emptiness echoing through the halls of my territory. My pack members moved like ghosts around me, avoiding my gaze, whispering behind closed doors about their failed Alpha.

I hurled my glass of bourbon against the wall, finding brief satisfaction in the way it shattered–much like my life had.

Aksher paced restlessly inside me, his rage matching my own. We’d been betrayed. My mate–former mate–had broken our bond, stolen my heir, and run straight into the arms of my oldest rival. The burning sensation that had replaced our bond felt like acid in my veins.

“Alpha Foster?” Sean, my Beta, cautiously stuck his head through the doorway. “The Council representative called again. They’re requesting a formal statement about-”

“Tell them to go to hell,” I snarled, watching him flinch. “Better yet, tell them to ask Alexander. He seems

to have all the fucking answers.”

Sean nodded quickly and retreated, probably grateful to escape my volatile mood. I couldn’t blame him.

I’d been impossible since Summer left, alternating between murderous rage and crushing despair.

Aksher howled inside me. *Find mate. Find cub.*

“She’s not our mate anymore,” I growled aloud, rubbing at my chest where the phantom pain lingered.

I reached for my phone, scrolling to Suzanna’s number. I needed release. Needed to lose myself in the one

person who’d never questioned me, never challenged me. Suzanna would offer comfort, remind me why

I’d made the choices I had.

After six rings, her voicemail picked up. Strange. Suzanna always answered my calls, no matter the hour.

I pushed myself out of my chair and headed to the east wing where I’d set her up in a private suite. The hallway stretched longer than I remembered, my footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

When I threw open the door to her suite, I was hit by an overwhelming emptiness. The closet doors stood open, hangers bare. The bathroom counter, usually cluttered with her expensive creams and perfumes, was spotlessly clean.

“Suzanna?” I called, though I already knew she wasn’t there.

My blood ran cold as realization dawned. I sprinted to my office, fumbling with the painting that concealed my private safe. The combination clicked under my trembling fingers, and when the door swung open, I stared in disbelief.

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The emergency cash–over a hundred thousand dollars–gone. The fake passports and IDs I’d prepared for worst–case scenarios, gone. The untraceable credit cards and documents detailing offshore accounts-

all gone.

“SHE BETRAYED ME TOO?” The windows rattled with the force of my rage. “After everything I gave her?

After I risked EVERYTHING for her?”

A snarl tore from my throat as red–hot fury surged through me. I slammed my fists into the desk, splintering wood.

Chairs crashed against the walls. Shelves toppled. Papers flew like ash in a storm.

I tore through the office like a beast unleashed, blind to everything but the betrayal burning in my chest.

Nothing survived my rage.

When Sean and two guards burst in, I was standing amid the wreckage, breathing heavily.

“Find Suzanna,” I ordered, my voice deadly calm. “Now.”

The days blurred together after that. I functioned on autopilot, handling pack business during the day

and drinking myself into oblivion each night. The Council demanded more documentation, more

evidence. My lawyers scrambled to counter Summer’s claims. The pack members whispered behind my

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