Blaming the Alpha for Our Daughter’s Death

Arya’s POV

Unexpectedly, Godrick snapped, shoving Johanna to the ground with such force that she yelped in shock. “You, child—go to hell!” he roared, his voice seething with an anger I had never seen in him before. This was the same man who once doted on Johanna as if she were his own, yet now he cursed her with a venom that shocked everyone.

‘I don’t think they planned this together,’ Alina whispered within me, her voice laced with sorrow. ‘I can feel his regret, Arya. He truly mourns our daughter.’

Deserie’s eyes widened in terror as she rushed to Johanna’s side, cradling her daughter protectively.

“Who invited them here?” Ethel asked, finally noticing they were not from our pack.

At that point, the rest of the pack, their expressions darkening with anger, turned their gaze toward Deserie and her daughter.

“Your son, Luna Ethel. They’re his lover and her daughter,” I spat, unable to hold back the bitterness in my voice. “The child he chose to save instead of our own daughter.”

Luna Ethel’s eyes blazed with fury, her voice trembling with rage. “This is unforgivable! How dare you! You will both pay dearly for this!” She turned on her heel, her tone leaving no doubt that she would exact her revenge. The pack, stunned into silence, watched her go.

“Luna Ethel, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen! Please, have mercy!” Deserie whimpered, her voice quivering with fear.

Luna Ethel paused, turning back just enough to issue her command. “None of you are to breathe a word of this to the Alpha. I will handle it myself.” With that, she left, her final words hanging in the air like a death sentence.

Deserie’s eyes darted to Godrick, her voice desperate. “Godrick! Please, help us!”

But Godrick didn’t hear her. He was lost in his own world, clutching our daughter’s urn as if it were his last link to sanity. His grief consumed him, leaving him deaf to her pleas.

Third Person POV:

Back at the River Ash Pack, Deserie dragged Johanna into their home, fury barely restrained. She shoved her daughter into her room, her voice a harsh whisper. “Why did you say that? And in front of the entire Moon Valley Pack and their Luna!”

Johanna’s eyes filled with tears, her lower lip trembling. “I… I thought it would make him feel better…”

Deserie’s anger flared, her hand twitching as if she might strike her daughter. But instead, she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, her mind racing. She knew they were doomed. Luna Ethel’s wrath was absolute, and there was no escaping the punishment that would come.

‘That Luna’s words are law. If she said there would be punishment, there would surely be one. I need to prepare,’ Deserie thought, biting her lip so hard it bled.

Arya’s POV

When we returned home, Godrick locked himself in our daughter’s room, weeping uncontrollably. His cries echoed through the house, each sob a dagger to my already shattered heart. I spent the night staring at the ceiling, my pillow drenched in tears, my mind replaying every memory of Charlotte that I would never have again.

The next morning, as we sorted through Charlotte’s belongings, Godrick stumbled upon a gift she had prepared for him—his Father’s Day present. A cervical massager, still neatly packaged, with a card inside. [Dear Dad, I know you’re always busy, so I got this to help with your neck pain. You save lives, but you need to take care of yourself too. I love you.]

The words, written in her neat handwriting, were a final blow. Godrick’s face crumpled as he read the card, his tears falling onto the paper.

I watched as he sank deeper into despair, his guilt a palpable weight that hung in the air. My own grief was a suffocating fog, but seeing him like this didn’t bring the solace I thought it might. It only made the emptiness inside me grow.

The next thing we found was a bookcase. It was filled with certificates and trophies she had won in every practice battle since childhood—evidence of her achievements.

Her desk was covered with various books and a family photo frame.

In the photo, she was smiling so brightly, a smile I could no longer see as everything had become a memory.

Not having had enough, Godrick took out his phone and watched videos of our daughter.

“Dad, I want to study healing too, to become as great as you. You’ve always been my hero, and I want to make you proud,” she said, hugging him.

As evening fell, the room was bathed in the red light of the setting sun.

‘I think this is a perfect moment to do this. Are you now ready, Alina?’ I asked my wolf.

‘I’ve been ready for a long time,’ she replied, her voice calm and resolute. ‘I’ve just been waiting for you.’

As such, I took a deep breath and said, “I, Arya Elsher, reject Godrick Raven, as my mate.”