The Alpha's Regret：Reclaiming My Human Mate

To make money and support the little life growing inside me, I took a part-time job as a maternity model.

But when I got there, I realized I was trapped in a glass cage, put on display like a product.

And in the crowd below, my ex-mate, Damon, watched me with nothing but contempt in his eyes.

"Whose bastard is it?"

"How could you say that? This is your child, Damon!"

Damon's eyes turned red—a sign of an impending werewolf frenzy.

He held up a paternity test in front of me. It showed that the baby I was carrying was not his.

"No, that can’t be true.” I stammered. “This must be a mistake! "

Before Damon could respond, a man beside him spoke, "Alpha Damon, the auction is about to start. If you have anything to say, you can do so after the auction."

Auction?

Kelly had clearly told me this was just a photoshoot.

Talia POV

"Stop! No! What are you doing?!"

Two men shoved me into a dark room and tied me up.

Suddenly, a blinding spotlight flashed, shining directly on me. It was then I realized I was trapped inside a glass enclosure, spinning like a rotating music box.

Seated around me was a group of men. I couldn't tell if they were werewolves or ordinary humans—perhaps both. But regardless of their race, they were all looking at me with lewd, predatory gazes.

I stared at them in terror, understanding all too well what was about to happen. Despair spread through my heart.

"Pregnant women really do have a unique allure. Look at her chest, it's huge," One of the men said, his voice dripping with vulgarity as he ogled at me, resting his chin on his hand.

I glanced down at me. My thin white dress barely covered my voluptuous breasts. I wanted to cover myself, but my bound hands left me defenseless.

"Shameless. That belly is huge, and she's still out here selling herself. How desperate must she be?"

"I can smell her from between her legs already."

"Her face is beautiful, but she's just a fragile human. Probably won’t last long being played with."

...

I never imagined that, at four months pregnant, I would become an item to be auctioned off.

Tears stung my eyes, humiliation and helplessness overwhelming me.

But the men continued their vulgar remarks, unaffected by my fear and tears.

That woman, Kelly, had assured me this was just a maternity photoshoot. So, how did I end up in this mess?

The rotating table under me spun slowly, making me dizzy and my vision blur.

But before I could zone out completely, a familiar scent—a mix of musk and smoke—hit my senses. And through the haze, I saw a striking, cold face.

"Damon?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

I must be dreaming again. There was no way he could be here.

As I mocked myself, the table stopped spinning, and Damon’s icy voice cut through the room.

"Whose bastard