Alpha's Regrets and Tears are Too Late

The days after I lost the baby were a blur. Time didn’t seem to move the way it used to. Each hour bled into the next, with nothing but the suffocating weight of grief and betrayal to fill the silence. Callum was nowhere to be found when I needed him most. Not in the healer’s quarters, not at my side during my darkest moment. He hadn’t even noticed my absence at the festival or the pain that had knocked me off my feet.

And that was when it hit me—the stark, undeniable truth. He didn’t care. Not about the baby. Not about me. Whatever bond we’d once had, whatever love I thought we shared, it had withered away. In its place was something broken, something shattered beyond repair.

The whispers started soon after I left the healer’s care. The pack members weren’t unkind, but they weren’t blind either. They saw the way Callum spent his time with Riva, training her, talking to her, their heads bent together as if they shared secrets. It didn’t take long for the rumors to swirl. Alpha Callum and the new warrior. The strong, beautiful, fierce she-wolf who seemed to fill the space I had once occupied.

I withdrew further, retreating to the quiet of my chambers, far from the pack and their judgmental eyes. My duties as Luna—leading the females, overseeing pack matters, standing at Callum’s side—fell by the wayside. I couldn’t bring myself to care. What was the point of being Luna when my mate had already chosen someone else to stand beside him?

Each day, I felt the pack's attention shift from me to her. Riva was everywhere—on patrols, leading training sessions, laughing with the other warriors. And Callum? He was right there with her, his presence constant and unyielding. They moved together like they had known each other for years, like she had been the one meant for him all along.

I tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself that maybe I was reading too much into it. But every time I saw them together, the knife in my heart twisted deeper. My wolf whimpered inside me, confused and hurt. She didn’t understand why our mate was pulling away, why he was looking at another female like she was his future.

The final straw came one evening, just as the sun was setting behind the mountains. I had been walking through the woods, desperate for some fresh air, when I saw them. Callum and Riva were sparring, their bodies moving in perfect sync, every step and strike flowing effortlessly between them. It wasn’t the fight that hurt—it was the way they smiled at each other afterward. The way Callum’s hand lingered on her arm, his eyes soft and full of something I hadn’t seen in him in months.

Love.

That was the moment I knew. The bond between us was broken, and he wasn’t going to fight for it. He had already replaced me, whether he realized it or not.

I turned away before they could see me and made my way back to the pack house, my mind racing. I couldn’t stay here anymore. The pain was too much. The constant reminder that I had lost not only my child but my mate as well was unbearable. I needed to leave.

I stumbled into my room, my hands shaking as I packed a small bag with whatever I could carry. The tears that had been building for weeks finally spilled over, blurring my vision. I didn’t bother wiping them away. What was the point? There was no one left to comfort me, no one who cared.

My hand trembled as I wrote the note, the words stark and final:

Our bond is broken. I’m leaving the Frost Mountain Pack.

I hesitated for a moment, staring at the words on the paper. I had dreamed of a future with Callum—a future where we would lead the pack together, where we would raise a family, where our love would withstand any challenge. But those dreams were gone now, crushed under the weight of his indifference and betrayal.

With a deep breath, I left the note on the bed. I didn’t look back as I closed the door behind me. I couldn’t. If I stayed any longer, I’d crumble.

The air outside was cold, biting at my skin as I stepped into the night. My wolf whined, restless and uncertain, but I silenced her with a firm thought. We couldn’t stay. Not anymore.

The bond between Callum and me had been severed. He didn’t even need to say it. His actions had spoken louder than any words ever could.

I was no longer his mate. I was no longer his Luna. I was nothing.

And maybe that was what hurt the most.