Blaming the Alpha for Our Daughter’s Death

Arya’s POV

As desperation engulfed me, I scoured my mind for any way to reach Godrick and suddenly remembered seeing Deserie’s Instagram account. I found it and saw she’d just posted a video—she was at the River Ash Pack infirmary, with Godrick by her side.

My blood boiled and Alina growled in fury at the sight, but I didn’t have time for anger. I transformed into my wolf form and rushed like a mad she-wolf to the River Ash Pack, my mind racing against time. After three excruciating hours, I arrived. The guards blocked me at first, but after hearing my reason, they finally let me in.

When I finally found them, they were sitting on a bench, Deserie leaning comfortably on Godrick’s shoulder.

‘I knew it! This bitch is really something,’ Alina sharply spat.

“Godrick, my daughter will be okay, right?” she worriedly asked, her voice sounding so sweet.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a burn. I know she can make it through,” he reassured confidently.

‘Look at those two, too engrossed in each other to even catch a whiff of our scent and realize that we’re here. Tch!’ Alina grumbled disdainfully.

“Godrick!” I roared, my voice laced with fury and desperation.

They jumped, startled by my presence. Deserie straightened up, feigning innocence.

“Arya, what are you doing here? And how did you get in here?” Godrick coldly asked with a hint of surprise in his tone and his eyes narrowing.

I didn’t have much time to waste, so I reached out to him. “That doesn’t matter. Charlotte’s been shot! She’s dying, Godrick. Only you can save her.”

Unexpectedly, he shook off my hand, his expression hardening. “Arya, aren’t you done yet with this kind of bullshit? You keep following me wherever I go, thinking Deserie and I are doing something wrong. Just so you know, I’m here to treat her daughter.”

“And how about our daughter? Godrick, please,” I sobbed, my voice cracking. “Our daughter needs you. She’s been shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet. She won’t survive without you.”

Just then, Deserie interjected pitifully, “I understand that you’re jealous, Arya, but my daughter needs Godrick too.”

I no longer know what to say to convince him and my tears were continuously trickling down my cheeks. I pitifully looked at my mate. “Godrick, you’re not choosing to save someone else’s daughter over your own, right?”

However, he glared at me, his voice dripping with contempt. “Arya, Deserie’s daughter had severe burns, that’s why I’m here. Stop following me and saying terrible things about our daughter. You’re becoming more despicable and vicious day by day.”

“Please, Godrick, if you don’t believe me, just come and see Charlotte,” I pleaded, almost kneeling.

Once again, Deserie interrupted. “Arya, I know you can’t stand seeing us together, but my daughter needs him. Please put aside your jealousy even just for now.”

‘Even just for now? She always steals the time he should be spending with us!’ Alina groused.

Having had enough of her, I snapped. My hand flew before I could think, slapping Deserie across the face. “Shut up!”

“Arya, how dare you hit Deserie!” Godrick fumingly exclaimed, his eyes turning red with fury.

He then raised his hand to strike me back, but Deserie stopped him, her voice calm and manipulative. “Godrick, just ignore her. You need to be in the infirmary anytime now.”

Godrick took a deep breath with closed eyes and nodded.

“Right, I’ll go there now,” he said coldly, starting to walk off.

“No!” I cried, rushing after him, but Deserie held me back.

“Let me go!” I growled at Deserie but my tired body couldn’t get to push her aside.

“Godrick, please! Come back with me! Charlotte needs you!” I screamed, but he didn’t even look back.

As he disappeared from sight, my legs gave way. I collapsed, grief-stricken, my world falling apart. My daughter was dying, and the one man who could save her had chosen someone else. Darkness closed in, and the last thing I remembered was the taste of my own tears as I fainted, consumed by despair.