His Betrayal Cost Me My Wolf And My Legs

Until they wheeled me into the operating room, I clung to a fragile hope—what if, just maybe, there was still a chance?

But the pack’s Healer only shook his head, his aura heavy with regret. "You were brought in too late; the tissue is dead. There’s no chance of recovery. You won’t be able to shift into your wolf form again."

This didn’t just mean I’d never dance again; it suggested that I might spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. My future, my dreams, lay in ruins.

It was like being stuck in a never-ending nightmare, falling into an endless dark void.

When I finally came to, the first face I saw was Alpha Leonard’s.

Seeing me awake, he quickly picked up a glass of water and gently brought it to my lips, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.

I turned my head away, tears streaming down my face.

He pulled me into his embrace, his grip unyielding, as though he could force my compliance through sheer dominance.

"Arianna, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you from now on, I promise."

His voice was soft, but I could hear the Alpha tone beneath it, the command that demanded obedience.

"You know, this was always Francesca’s dream, and I promised I’d make it up to her."

I don’t know where I found the strength, but I pushed him away with everything I had, my Omega status barely allowing me to resist his Alpha command.

"Alpha Leonard, this was my dream too!"

I looked at him, my eyes filled with bitterness. "Making it up to her? You destroyed me, destroyed us for this?"

"Do you understand how hard everyone in our group worked for this day? How could you throw all that effort and sacrifice away just for your promise to her?"

He seemed taken aback, his Alpha aura faltering for a moment before he tightened his hold on me again.

I bit his arm until I tasted blood before letting go, my defiance a rare challenge to his authority.

"Get out! Stay away from me."

My eyes were full of hatred, a side of me Alpha Leonard had never seen.

He held his bleeding arm, too shocked by my actions to react, but soon irritation flashed across his face, his Alpha tone sharpening.

"Arianna, I think you’ve lost your mind."

I tilted my head back and laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "Yes, I have lost it. You destroyed my life, Alpha Leonard. I hate you!"

His expression softened slightly, though his Alpha aura remained oppressive.

"Arianna, I know you’re hurting. But you still have me. Once you’re out of the hospital, I’ll make you my Luna. Consider it my way of making things right."

A cold, bitter laugh escaped me. "Compensation, Alpha Leonard? How noble of you. But I don’t want it."

His eyes darkened, his long fingers brushing against my neck, his Alpha tone laced with restrained anger.

"Arianna, I won’t let you say that again. You need to focus on getting better, and once you’re discharged, I’ll make you my Luna."

Only after Alpha Leonard left did I break down into uncontrollable sobs, my wolf whimpering in the back of my mind, her voice faint but desperate.

*He doesn’t deserve you,* she whispered. *He never did.*

We first met at a pack gathering in the city, where Alpha Leonard was captivated by my performance and stayed longer than he planned, his Alpha aura drawing everyone’s attention.

After that, I often invited him to watch our shows, though his presence always made the Omegas in my group nervous, their submissive natures cowering under his Alpha dominance.

Our dance group was made up of Omegas who had found solace and purpose in the art of dance, and he knew just how much it meant to us.

When we first got together, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world.

It was only later that I realized he had a long-time love, Francesca, a Delta in his pack who still lingered in his life, even after they’d supposedly ended things.

Initially, I assumed they were just friends, but I later found out he had a special ringtone for her, his Alpha tone softening whenever she called.

He would leave me alone on our anniversary to celebrate Francesca’s birthday with her, his loyalty to her unwavering.

And because her dance group was our rival, he stole our team’s original music and drugged me with a heavy dose of sleeping pills, knowing I was the lead performer.

When I woke up, I found the qualifying round was long over, and because Francesca’s team performed the same piece first, our group was branded as plagiarists.

Francesca’s team advanced effortlessly, while ours became outcasts, our Omega status making us easy targets for scorn.

We didn’t give up, fighting our way back in the revival rounds, our determination a rare defiance in the face of our pack’s rigid hierarchy.

I thought we had finally overcome the odds.

Just when we believed we were on the verge of our dreams, reality hit us with a harsh slap.

And the pain was unbearable.