Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth by Aurora Starling

Noah felt sick. “And then what, Scott?”

Scott swallowed hard. “And then poison you. Kill you. Zoe would marry me, and we would take over Nightcrest together.”

Noah’s legs felt weak. He sank back into his chair, staring at Scott in disbelief. “But… but why? Why would you want that?”

A bitter laugh escaped Scott’s lips. “Why? Because I’ve always been second best, Noah. Your half–brother, never even remotely considered for being Nightcrest’s Alpha. You got everything you ever wanted–the pack, the girls, the attention. This was my only chance to finally have some power.”

Noah shook his head, trying to process it all. “But you wouldn’t have been Alpha, Scott. Adam would have been named heir, not you. Even if your plan had worked, Adam would have become the Alpha instead. Perhaps you would have been his regent, but as soon as he came of age you would lose the power that you killed your own brother to get.”

An evil little smirk grew across Scott’s face then, and Noah felt his blood run cold. “You wouldn’t…” he whispered, horrified.

Scott merely shrugged.

Noah was astonished. Killing him was one thing, but to think that Scott would actually consider murdering his own son, a child no less, in order to become Alpha of Nightcrest… It was disgusting. Noah shuddered, thinking of sweet little Adam, the boy he had played hide and seek with. Thank the Goddess. he was safely with his grandparents now.

““And Zoe?” Noah asked.

a few times and nothing more,” Scott said matter–of–factly. “I suppose I could have put on a sad face when she died in the same car accident that would have killed Adam, but it would have been a mask.

horror, not humor. “So you planned on double -crossing her just

“I’m loyal to myself.”

breath, Noah smoothed down his suit

entered, Noah pulled a

told the guards, holding up the recorder. “And I have it all on

as the guards led him away, all the fight having been drained out of him. Noah didn’t even deign

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complete, Noah moved on to his next task–questioning

sat primly at the table, her back ramrod straight, eyes cast down at her clasped hands. She looked every bit the picture of innocence,

him reported. “We’ve been trying

teeth, his blood boiling at the sight of her. “Let

his seat across from her, studying her carefully. Her perfectly manicured nails, her immaculate hair–even in

“1 know all about your plans. You might as well confess now.” He