Blaming the Alpha for Our Daughter’s Death

Arya’s POV

They thought I was playing a sick joke. At our daughter’s congratulatory party, no less.

“Are you insane?” Godrick’s voice thundered, his words laced with fury and disgust. “This is our daughter’s celebration, and you bring an urn? How dare you! Are you really her mother?”

‘Not believing us again,’ Alina, my wolf, growled within me, her fury simmering.

The murmurs of the pack grew louder, their judgment cutting through me like a thousand daggers. Luna Ethel’s face twisted in anger, her voice rising above the growing chaos.

“Arya, what is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her tone icy and accusatory. “Do you have an issue with the party I organized, or is this some twisted attempt to spite me? What is with the urn? Are you trying to drive me to an early grave?”

Godrick grabbed my wrist angrily, his red eyes burning with rage. “Where is Charlotte?” he snarled, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury.

“I told you, she’s right here,” I said, pointing to the urn. “This is Charlotte, our daughter.”

His hand shot out, grabbing my face, his claws digging into my cheeks as he spat, “Haven’t you had enough?”

Luna Ethel quickly stepped between us, her expression a mix of frustration and concern. “Arya, whatever is going on between you and my son, this is not the time or place. Show some respect, and stop causing trouble.”

I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. They poured down my face as I broke down, my voice cracking with grief. “Luna Ethel, this really is Charlotte.”

Godrick, his face a mask of disbelief, attempted to contact our daughter through the mind link, desperation seeping into his thoughts. When that failed, he pulled out his phone, dialing her number frantically.

“Why is her phone off?” he demanded, his voice rising in panic. “Did you restrict her freedom? Are you forcing her to go along with this sick act?”

I had no energy left to argue, no strength to fight. With shaking hands, I opened the urn, allowing the scent of Charlotte’s ashes to permeate the air. Their wolves wouldn’t lie to them. They couldn’t ignore the truth of what they smelled.

As the scent reached Godrick’s nose, he staggered back, his face draining of color. “Impossible,” he whispered, his voice hollow. “This can’t be true. Charlotte can’t be dead.”

Still couldn’t believe it, he fumbled with his phone, calling the infirmary, desperate for confirmation that this was all some horrific mistake. But when the healers confirmed her death, detailing the cause, Godrick collapsed, clutching the urn to his chest as he howled in anguish.

The pack members, who moments ago were so quick to judge, now stood in grim silence, their faces reflecting the shock and sorrow of the truth.

Luna Ethel, tears streaming down her face, gripped my hand tightly. “Arya, what happened? Why did my precious granddaughter die?”

I could barely speak through my sobs. “Your son is to blame, Luna Ethel,” I choked out, recounting the events of that fateful day. “No matter what I said, he didn’t believe me. He chose to treat his lover’s daughter instead of saving our daughter.”

The color drained from Luna Ethel’s face as she turned on Godrick, her fury erupting. “You bastard! How could you do this to your own daughter?”

Looking at Charlotte’s urn, her expression softened. “Poor Charlotte, her wonderful life cut short.”

Godrick’s defenses crumbled under the weight of her words. “I didn’t believe Arya because I thought she was lying,” he tried to explain, his voice breaking.

“It’s not that you didn’t think about it, Godrick—you didn’t care,” I spat, my eyes glowing a fierce golden yellow, my fangs bared. “No matter how much I begged, even fainting from crying, you ignored me. You believed Deserie’s lies, meant to tear us apart.”

“For 20 years, I have given everything for this family, supervised our daughter’s studies, endured your affair with Deserie, all to keep the peace for Charlotte’s sake. But you didn’t see my sacrifices. And now, she’s gone because of you.”

I collapsed to the ground, the pain in my heart unbearable.

“I’m so sorry, Arya,” he cried, his voice laced with regret.

But it was all too late for that now.

“Sorry? Can that make my daughter come back to life?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

Godrick wept, clutching the urn tighter. “Charlotte, my daughter. Daddy is so sorry. Please, Moon Goddess, bring her back. I’ll do anything to make it right.”

“How dare you ask for her forgiveness after abandoning her?” I growled, my anger boiling over.

In a display of self-loathing, Godrick slapped himself, “Charlotte, Daddy was wrong. Please, come back to me.”

Suddenly, Johanna, Deserie’s daughter, approached, her expression disturbingly serene. “Uncle, don’t be sad. Mom says now you can reject your mate and make her your chosen one. Then you can leave everything to me in your will. I’ll care for you as my father.”

My blood ran cold as her words sunk in, the realization crashing down on me like a tidal wave.

‘Was this all planned?’ I wondered, the depth of their betrayal hitting me like a punch to the gut.