Begging the Alpha Empress to be Mates Again

After the fight with Thorne, I hardly saw him. Guilt gnawed at me, knowing there’d be consequences for what I’d done.

Today was pup training. The little ones were being prepped, and soon they'd be taken under the warriors' wings. Parents stood proud, watching their pups join the ranks. The air was filled with excited howls.

It hit me hard, thinking about my unborn child. He would've been one of the strongest pups here.

“But my son doesn’t deserve an ungrateful pack,” I muttered under my breath.

I turned to leave, feeling the weight of it all—then I saw Thorne, watching me. His eyes were burning with something I couldn't quite place.

“If you didn’t kill him, our son would be here with me,” he said as I walked past, his voice cold.

I froze, taking a deep breath, trying to keep my rage in check. The nerve of him! I clenched my fists, gritting my teeth. “You’re the one who made me do it.”

Thorne scoffed. “Selene wouldn’t have done the same—”

“I don’t give a damn about Selene!” I snapped, spinning to face him. “Do you honestly think our son deserved a father like you? You’re selfish, Thorne.”

His jaw tightened. “Oh, you’re bringing that up again? It wasn’t a betrayal, Freya. How many times do I have to tell you? It was to help her, to help the future of our ally and the pack.”

“That’s bullshit! Do you hear yourself?” My voice was rising, and I could feel the heat on my face. Around us, people were murmuring, their attention shifting away from the ceremony. The proud parents, the pups—forgotten. Thorne had a way of doing that, making everything about him.

I shook my head, trying to steady myself. “I don’t want to argue, Thorne. There’s a ceremony happening. Show some respect.”

“You’re backing away,” he said, stepping closer.

“I’m not, I just—”

“That’s exactly how you are. Always running when things get hard.”

I didn’t want to hear it. This conversation was pointless. He wasn’t going to listen. He never did.

“Come on, tell me, Freya.” His voice was low, mocking. “Did I really hurt you so badly that it made you kill our son?”

Tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. The audacity of him—to call my son his!

“Shut up,” I hissed.

“What?”

“I said, shut up!” My voice cracked, but I didn’t care anymore. “I don’t want to be your mate, Thorne.” The words came out before I could stop them, and I didn’t take them back. They hung in the air, silencing everyone around us.

Thorne’s eyes flared with rage. “You don’t get to decide that,” he growled. “You killed our son, Freya! You took him from me!”

My heart clenched, but I held my ground. “I did it because of you. I don’t care what you say.” My voice was firm. “You betrayed me, Thorne. You betrayed us.”

Loud roars filled the air as the tension finally snapped, rippling through the pack. Wolves began to shift, their anger feeding off our fight. The ceremony was forgotten, swallowed by chaos.

Council members scrambled, trying to regain control, but emotions ran high. More wolves transformed, unable to contain the beast within.

“Freya, you’re making a scene again!” Selene’s voice appeared, dripping with annoyance.

I turned, a smirk curling on my lips. “Oh, look who decided to show up. The whore herself.”

Her eyes narrowed, teeth grinding. “Watch your mouth,” she spat.

“Awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you, Selene?” I taunted. “Does your mate know what you’ve been up to behind his back, hmm?”

She flinched, fury flashing in her eyes. The tension between us crackled like electricity, drawing the crowd’s attention.

Suddenly, a sharp pulse of energy could be felt, coming from the sentinel station. A signal. An approaching pack. The atmosphere shifted in an instant—wolves on high alert.

Selene’s smirk faded as a chill ran down her spine. She turned just as a tall figure emerged from the shadows—Lucian, her mate. His piercing eyes locked onto hers.

“It’s been a while, Selene,” he said, his voice dark and steady.