The Alpha's Regret

“Don’t forget, your mother still needs the medication from my company. I told you there’s only one surgery that can cure her heart disease, and it’s scheduled for next week.” Scott’s voice was a low growl, a warning that sent a shiver down my spine.

He wasn’t the alpha I fell in love with. The wolf within him had surfaced, willing to do anything to protect what he claimed as his—Winona, the woman who had come between us.

“Are you saying you would abandon my mother for her?” I asked, my voice trembling in disbelief. My mother had embraced Scott as if he were her own, bringing him into our pack when he had no one. She believed he had the potential to be a powerful alpha, and a devoted mate. Scott was the ideal partner — an alpha capable of leading and protecting.

Scott had respected my mother deeply, not only because she had saved his life once, but because she had shown him warmthness when others had turned their backs. Scott always reminded her of his promise, that he would cure her, that she would live long enough to see her grandchildren running through the forest, ready to lead their packs. Now, he was threatening to cut her off, to let her die—all because of Winona.

He pulled out his phone, his eyes dark with intent. “That’s right. So, are you going to apologize or not?”

His words cut like a silver blade. I had already lost hope in Scott, but this—this was a betrayal so deep it left me breathless. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my wolf, trapped inside me due to my father’s refusal to let me transform, howled in agony. She was a prisoner in her own body, just like me.

For a moment, Scott’s expression softened as he saw my tears. Was it possible that his wolf could feel its mate’s suffering? I can't even hear my own wolf. But before he could say anything, Winona, standing smugly beside him, cut in.

“Why are you faking your tears? I don't understand this manipulation,” she said, her voice icy. “I didn’t dig up your pack’s grave!”

With a dismissive wave, she ordered the wolfguards behind me, “Continue your work. Let my baby rest in peace already.”

The two wolfguards released me and turned back to their work. I couldn’t let them desecrate my mother’s resting place any further. My hands shook with rage as I stepped forward.

“Are you done?!” Scott snarled, grabbing me roughly by the arm and shoving me aside.

I stumbled, my shoulder colliding my mother’s urn and it tipped over, spilling her ashes across the damp earth. For a moment, the world stood still. The pain was so sharp it stole my breath away.

Watching my mother die full of regrets had been a hellish experience of my life. The grief and hatred inside me were unbearable because I couldn't even save her ashes.

As if the moon goddess was mocking my despair, the sky started raining. I shouted in agony, as I desperately tried to gather with my trembling hands my mother's ashes which turned into a muddy paste.

“No, no!” I sobbed, but it was useless. The rain was washing her away, and I was powerless to stop it.

Winona walked over, her footsteps squelching in the mud. She looked down at me, her lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Ariana, why are you lying in the dirt like a dog over a stranger’s ashes? Enough of this farce.”

Her words were the final blow. Fueled by a surge of fury, I pushed her away. She stumbled, eyes wide in shock, but Scott caught her before she fell.

“Ariana! You almost pushed Winona to the ground!” Scott roared, his fury directed at me. “I’ll teach you a lesson today!”

He raised his phone to his ear, calling his Beta. “Robert, don’t send the gift. Stop the medication for Ariana’s mother and cancel the surgery immediately.”

There was a brief pause on the other end before Robert’s voice came through. “Alpha, your Luna’s mother died on the day of your mating ceremony.”

Scott’s face went pale. “What are you talking about? How is that possible?” he demanded, his voice shaking with disbelief.

“It’s true, Alpha,” Robert said grimly. “And I’ve discovered that the grave Ms. Lei buried her dog in… belongs to Luna’s mother.”