No Mercy: Greedy Alpha Don't Deserve to Live!

I was kidding myself, thinking that Balthar would one day loved me back because he was my fated mate.

I was done with the lies I made for myself.

"I’m doing us a favor, Alpha. You wanted me to be gone from your life, right? Now I want the same. I’m leaving," I said before proceeding to leave.

Balthar never said it, not to my face, at the very least. Yet, anyone with good eyes and sound mind would’ve been able to see that he never wanted our mate bonds, let alone our marriage.

Only now, I had the courage to admit that whatever we had was the dictation of our customs. He had tried his utmost for our mate bond to eventually break.

That was the reason why he never acknowledged me nor my wolf. It was also the reason my body growing weaker the longer I stayed in this cruel marriage. The pack healers and doctors alike and mentioned that my connection with my wolf had deteriorated to a worrying state.

It made me wonder if my family heirloom, the Lunar Crystalis could even healed my condition.

As I reached outside, to the open area I waved at the horse carriage that were often stationed nearby the gate of the pack house, signalling that I wanted a ride.

Suddenly, A strong hand caught me by the shoulder and spun me around.

“Are you trying to get my attention now?” He asked, disdain lingered in his vocie. “Think you no longer can use your son for an excuse, so now you’re making bold moves yourself?”

His words were a blow to my heart.

Balto had fallen ill around spring last year. It started with symptoms of him vomiting his food, losing his appetite, and eventually the veins on his body went visible on his paling skin and it turned darker blue and slowly into the sade of black by the day.

Initially, I tried to contact Balthar. Desperately linking our minds asking him to at least come and see Balto’s condition for himself. Instead, he was adamant on thinking that I was using Balto to gain his sympathy.

Knowing that I couldn’t rely on him, I used the pack’s connection as far as my title as the Luna could reach. I called all the best healers in and around Night Howl Pack to figure out my son’s condition. I went back and forth to find the modern doctors too but I got no answer.

None understood what had happened and how to treat his condition.

That illness was one that finally claimed Balto’s life.

“Believe whatever you wanted to believe, Balthar,” I called his name, ditching his title and that seemed to had caught him off guard.

By then, I saw saw Nayra finally catching up to us from the pack house, I slapped his hand away off my shoulder.

But, before I could anticipate his next move, Balthar continued his false accusations.

“Your new tactic works, Elmyra. Congrats Now drop the attitude and get inside,” he said, grabbing one of my suitcase and was about to take it inside.

“No!” I yanked the suitcase as hard as I could. A wolfish snarl escaped my throat and Balthar let go of my suitcase.

I backed away with my breath raging, my eyes locked into Balthar’s widened one.

Suddenly, Nayra came between us and pulled Balthar into her side. “Elmyra, is this because Balthar couldn’t come to Balto’s birthday, is it? I get that you are upset, but is it worth for you to go this far?”

A scoff escaped my lips.

Nayra turned to Balthar. “Alpha, I knew you should’ve cancelled our trip for the glowing apple festival….”

"There’s no need for that. There’s still birthday celebration next year. But the ancient apple tree in Dawnwynd Pack only glow every 75 years. We had to wait if we missed the one yesterday."

I wanted to rip that smug tug on her lips!

Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to do so. Maybe because deep down, Nayra was still my younger sister. Before I did things I regret, I decided to ignore her and walked closer to the road.

“Elmyra!” Balthar called.

I ignored him and continued my steps. He caught up to me and blocked my path. “Stop acting like this! I can clear my schedule next month and hold a party for his birthday. You don’t need to get this upset!”

Tears fell down my cheeks and that seemed to startle Balthar for a bit. Balto was gone already and he talked about next month for him?!

"Get out of my way!" I went past him.

As I walk, I heard Nayra’s footsteps catching up before apologetically talked to Balthar, "This is my fault, Alpha. I should’ve insisted you to go home despite knowing Balto was just acting sick. I should’ve let go of my ego and let the child to have his moment with you."

I stopped in my track.

That witch… Balto was coughing his lungs out, and she said he was just acting sick?

I let go of my suitcase, turned and hurled up to slap away that smugness glint on her face.

“Ah!”

Balthar instantly turned into rage. He grabbed me by the hand and pushed me away, causing me to fall on my butt.

As he shielded Nayra behind his back, he raised his tone. “What the hell are you doing Elmyra?!”