His Luna, His Regret Novel – On the day I returned, my close friend organized a grand homecoming banquet for me. To my surprise, Caleb Blackwood was there. Seven years ago, he had insisted on breaking our engagement for Selena Hart, saying in front of all our elders that if he couldn’t bond with Selena, he would rather bond with a rogue than be with me. His words were deeply insulting, with no thought for our families’ long friendship. That day, I was exhausted. I cried for an hour in front of my parents, begging them to end the engagement.
I told them I didn’t want Caleb anymore, that I didn’t want to be his mate. My parents, heartbroken, finally gave in. They talked privately with Caleb’s parents for an hour. The story wasn’t that Caleb rejected me, but that my family no longer wanted to marry me off. At that point, the engagement was called off. While our families didn’t sever all ties, the relationship grew distant over time. I then left for Europe to study. What was meant to be further study in the oldest realm of the werewolf world felt more like self-exile and healing. Until today, when I returned. I looked at Caleb Blackwood, who had changed so much in seven years.
He was taller, more composed, and his Alpha aura was sharper, more commanding. His handsome face wore a cold, distant look, his dark, piercing eyes locked on me. No one had told me Caleb would be here. I turned to glance at the host of today’s event. Sierra quickly distanced herself, saying, “Remi, I didn’t invite him. Caleb must’ve heard you were back and arranged this banquet himself.” She added nervously, “I had no idea he’d be here.” I didn’t say anything. But Caleb smiled, his tone warm as if nothing had changed since the last time he’d picked me up for school. “Remi, it’s been so many years. I was young and reckless back then, and I hurt you. So today, I’m holding this party to apologize.” After a pause, he looked me in the eye and went on, “Are you still mad at me?” The way he put it, if I admitted I still resented him, I’d look petty, like I couldn’t move on.
So, I smiled politely, “Like you said, it’s all in the past.” We were classmates after all, strong figures in our respective packs, and there was no need to make things awkward. Besides, it had been so long. Now, he didn’t matter to me at all. So I smiled and let bygones be bygones. At least, that was how it appeared. I raised my glass and smiled casually, “I heard you and Selena had your mating ceremony last year. I should have congratulated you earlier, so here’s to you.” His face remained neutral.
Normally, he should have been overjoyed after marking the she-wolf he’d been so obsessed with, yet he appeared strangely indifferent. Before I could think further, he took his drink and downed it in one gulp. It didn’t look like a toast; it looked like he was trying to drown his sorrows. But I didn’t care. Old friends were catching up, and naturally, the focus of the evening was on me. People asked if I’d found my destined mate in Europe.
They talked about my global exhibits: my paintings of the full moon, dark woods, and the loneliness of exile. Someone teased me, “Come on, Remi, you’re incredibly talented. Your paintings sell out everywhere. Galleries all over the world are after you, and my dad’s always on my case, telling me to stop chasing trends, learn from you, and quit wasting time on celebrities, shopping, and cars.” I laughed. “I just love what I do.” Caleb, who’d been silent all this while, chuckled. “You’ve learned to be modest after all these years.” His tone was… hard to describe.
It felt like an old friend speaking, close and familiar, as if he had never spoken to me in that cold, dismissive voice seven years ago, when he chose Selena and said such cruel things. I wasn’t sure how to reply. Maybe it was just my imagination, but his tone seemed… a little too flirtatious. As I was still trying to figure out how to reply, he continued, “I went to see your ‘Blood Moon.’ The emotion in that piece was so raw. Back then… was this for someone you loved?” There was a probing edge to his voice, his gaze warm with nostalgia and tenderness.