The Alpha's Mistake

Before I reached the cemetery gates, a chilling call came from the cemetery manager. The voice on the other end was frantic, laden with urgency: someone was digging at my mother's grave. The words struck me like a thunderclap. Without a second thought, I spun on my heel and sprinted toward the graveyard, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed myself harder, faster.

My mother had been the embodiment of kindness, a beacon of warmth and love in my life. She gave everything she had to those around her, never asking for anything in return. Even when the doctors delivered the grim news of her heart disease due to having no mate, she remained selfless, refusing to let the shadow of death darken my life.

"Niana," she had said, her voice steady despite the pain, "Don’t engrave my name on the tombstone. Just write, 'May my daughter live a safe and happy life.' That’s all I want for you." Her words were etched into my soul, a final wish I had vowed to honor.

But now, that sacred promise is just a joke for some heartless werewolf!

As I arrived at the gravesite, my worst fears flashed before my eyes. Winona, a woman whose presence had always set my nerves on edge, was there with her loyal wolfmen, desecrating the ground that held my mother's remains. The urn that held my mother’s ashes had been callously cast aside, while Winona’s dog’s urn was being lowered into the grave that had been my mother's final resting place. Two of her wolfmen were reburying the disturbed earth as if they had every right to do so.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I roared; my voice raw with fury as I sprinted toward them. My fists clenched, and I could feel the sharp bite of my nails digging into my palms. “Who gave you the right to dig up someone else’s grave like this?”

Winona feigned a look of innocence as if she were the victim in this twisted scenario. She cowered behind Trent, her eyes wide with mock fear.

“This is the new home I chose for my baby,” she simpered, a venomous sweetness coating her words. “We’ve already spoken to the cemetery manager. The inscription on the stone spoke of a mother’s love for her daughter—it is fitting for my beloved Angel. Besides, I’ll give the daughter some money. I’m sure she won’t mind. Why are you so worked up? You look terrifying.”

Her words made my blood boil. Without a second thought, I lunged forward and yanked the shovel from one of the wolfmen’s hands, fury fueling my strength as I began to undo the damage they had wrought.

“Niana, stop this madness!” Trent’s voice cut through the air like a whip as he snatched the shovel away from me.

“Trent, how could you let this happen? How could you stand by and let them defile this grave?” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of my anguish.

But I didn’t stop. I dropped to my knees and started clawing at the freshly turned earth with my bare hands, desperate to reach my mother’s urn, to put right the wrong they had done.

Winona’s calm facade began to crumble as she saw me walking closer to the urn. “Stop her!” she shrieked; her voice laced with panic. “My baby has suffered enough. I won’t allow him to be disturbed again!”

At her command, the wolfmen seized me, their grip like iron as they held me back, preventing me from reaching my goal.

“Let me go!” I thrashed against them, my voice hoarse from screaming, but their hold was unyielding.

Trent stepped closer and his face twisted with anger. “Niana, Winona is already heartbroken over her dog’s death. And here you are, digging up its grave, making everything worse. You’ve gone too far. Apologize to her, now!”

“Never!” I spat, the word bursting from me with all the venom I felt. Winona had dug up my mother’s grave—my mother, who had been nothing but good and kind.

I wanted to tear Winona apart for what she had done, to make her pay for every moment of agony she had caused.

But Winona, ever the manipulator, saw an opportunity in my defiance. She turned to Trent and said, “Trent, you always said Niana was a good person, but look at her now. She’s completely lost it. She’s acting like a rogue. If you really marry her, you’ll be the laughingstock of the pack and the neighboring packs as well.”

Trent’s expression hardened. His loyalty to Winona is evident in every line of his face. “Who dares to laugh at my woman?” he retorted; his tone icy. But I could see the doubt flickering in his eyes, the way Winona’s words started to sink in.

She gave him a sweet smile, but there was no mistake in her gaze. She had won, and she knew it.

Trent looked at me with disappointment. “Niana,” he began, his voice cold, “I can’t believe you’re making such a fuss over a grave. This is beyond ridiculous. If you apologize to Winona, maybe—just maybe—I’ll forgive you.”

I met his gaze, my heart heavy with a betrayal so deep it felt like a physical wound. “And if I refuse?” I asked, my voice trembling with the effort to keep my emotions in check.

His silence was answer enough.