Avenge My Son's Death on the Devil Alpha

MIRA'S POINT OF VIEW

As the evening shadows lengthened, a knot of worry tightened in my chest. Kellan and Ryder should have returned for dinner, but there was only silence when I reached out to them through the mind link.

My heart raced with fear as I called out, "Alpha? Where are you? What's taking you so long?" But there was no answer, just a hollow emptiness in my mind.

Desperation clawed at me as I focused all my thoughts on Ryder, trying to reach him directly. "Ryder, my dear? Please tell Mommy where are you. I'm getting worried!" I implored inwardly, my voice trembling. Still, there was no reply, only the chilling silence of my unanswered mind links.

Driven by a mother's intuition and growing unease, I followed my son's familiar scent into the encroaching darkness of the woods. Each step weighed heavily on my heart, my pulse pounding in my ears. My heart was beating so fast as I ran, the forest seeming to close in around me with every stride, oppressive and unyielding.

Not until I saw a familiar figure on the ground. I felt like the world stopped, and right there and then, all I could see was my son's lifeless body, pooled with his blood.

"N-No..." I could not pull myself together. No. This had to be a nightmare. My son... My son wasn't dead.

Yet, there he lay, bathed in the soft glow of the rising moon. My sweet boy, so full of life just hours ago, now lay unmoving and still. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I fell to my knees beside him, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch his motionless form.

My fingers brushed against his cold skin, and reality crashed down upon me like a wave. "No... Ryder!" I cried out, my voice cracking with disbelief and horror. I gathered his lifeless body into my arms, holding him close as if my embrace could wake him from this nightmare. "What happened to you?" I sobbed, my cries reverberating through the silent woods.

I pressed my cheek against his skin, willing him to stir, to open his eyes and reassure me that everything would be alright. But there was only silence, broken by the sound of my own shattered heart. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I rocked back and forth, clutching him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, my love," I whispered brokenly, my voice choked with grief. "I should have protected you. I should have been there." The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed down on me, crushing me under the unbearable loss of my precious son.

"I will find who did this, Ryder," I vowed through clenched teeth, my fists tightening around his lifeless form. "I swear to you, I will punish whoever it is."

At that moment, amidst the wreckage of my hopes and fears, all I could do was hold onto my beloved son, his absence a void that threatened to consume me whole.

***

Days blurred together in a haze of anguish and sorrow. I, once vibrant and strong, now felt like a mere shadow of myself. My once bright eyes dulled with grief, dark circles etched beneath them from endless nights spent in mourning for my son.

Even my wolf's fur, usually sleek and radiant, now hung in disarray, neglected and unkempt as I struggled to find the will to go on.

"I'm sorry, my love," I whispered softly, my voice choked with a mix of sorrow and regret, as I gently wiped away the last traces of blood from his lifeless body. With trembling hands, I carefully placed the legendary luminous pearl in his mouth, knowing it would keep his body preserved. I was grateful enough that my friend, Mauve, a witch, gave this to me.

It was all so hard to bear. Every moment felt like a nightmare from which I couldn't wake. From the start, I knew Alpha Kellan harbored deeper feelings for his childhood sweetheart, but to leave our son alone in the woods... Anger and regret consumed me.

If only I hadn't mated with him. If only I hadn't loved him so blindly. For years, I devoted myself to him, only to have him abandon our son to such a fate. I couldn't accept it.

With so much care, I arranged Ryder's body in a crystal coffin, each movement careful, as if I could delay the inevitable moment of saying goodbye. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I kissed his forehead one last time, my heart shattering anew with each passing second.

"I won't let you be forgotten, my baby," I murmured through choked sobs. "Mommy will always be here for you. I'm so... so sorry."

Closing the lid of the coffin, preparing to bury him, I felt a weight settle over me, both physically and emotionally. The grief had taken its toll, leaving me gaunt and fragile, my hair tangled and disheveled. But beneath the weariness, a fierce fire burned—a determination to find those responsible and ensure they faced justice. Especially Alpha Kellan, who abandoned our son to die alone in the woods.

At that moment, amidst the wreckage of my shattered life, all I could do was hold onto the memory of my precious son. He was my everything, and now, I feel so lost.