The Day He Lost Me Forever

The packhouse was alive with music and laughter, the sound of celebration carrying all the way to the forest’s edge where I sat alone. The sight of the gravesite I’d dug for Evy—a small mound of earth marked with wilting flowers—felt like a knife in my chest.

Two weeks. That’s all it took for them to forget her. For him to forget her.

A burst of laughter reached me, Serena’s voice loud and carefree. My hands clenched into fists.

I couldn’t stop myself. I stood and marched toward the packhouse, my blood boiling with every step. As I approached, the scene came into view: Serena stood on the steps, glowing with joy as the pack surrounded her. Leo clung to her hand, his face lit up with a grin that matched Isaac’s.

Their cheers echoing through the clearing as they celebrated her return. While I was drowning in pain, they were smiling, celebrating, and acting as if nothing had happened.

Every laugh felt like a dagger to my chest. Did they even care that I was still grieving? That I had lost my baby while they threw a party?

Isaac. He stood right beside her, his hand resting protectively on Leo’s shoulder, his face brighter than I’d seen in months. He looked… happy. Like his daughter wasn’t buried in the ground. Like he hadn’t shattered me two weeks ago.

The sight tore something loose inside me.

“Isaac!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the laughter.

The crowd went silent, all eyes turning toward me. Serena’s smile faltered, her hand instinctively pulling Leo closer. Isaac’s expression froze, his face paling as he saw me.

“What the hell are you doing?” My voice cracked, trembling with grief and fury. “You’re celebrating? Laughing? While our daughter is dead?”

Isaac stepped forward, his face hardening. “Blaise, don’t do this here.”

“Don’t do this here?” I echoed, my voice rising. “Do what, Isaac? Remind you of the child you buried while you stand here playing happy family with her?”

Serena’s brow furrowed as she stepped closer to Isaac. “Blaise, I think you need to calm down.”

“Calm down?” I laughed bitterly, my voice sharp and venomous. “You have the audacity to tell me to calm down? My daughter is dead, and you’re out here throwing a damn party like she never existed!”

The pack began murmuring, shifting uncomfortably as I took a step closer.

“You chose her,” I spat, my eyes locking on Isaac. “You chose her and her son, didn’t you? It didn’t matter that she left you, that she broke you. The second she came back, you couldn’t run fast enough, could you?”

“Blaise, stop!” Isaac growled, his tone warning me, but I didn’t care.

“You chose her,” I continued, my voice trembling with rage. “You chose to save her son, and now you stand here like nothing happened? Like she didn’t matter?”

Serena scoffed, pulling Leo closer. “Blaise, we’re all grieving—”

“You?” I cut her off, my voice a sharp blade. “You’re grieving? You’re standing here smiling, celebrating like you’ve won! You don’t get to grieve!”

Serena’s mouth opened to respond, but I was already moving. Before I could think, my hand lashed out, the slap echoing like a crack of thunder.

Serena stumbled back, clutching her cheek as tears welled in her eyes. Her dramatic sobs filled the air, “She hit me! In front of my son!”

Leo burst into tears, pointing at me. “You’re a bad mom!” he cried, his face scrunched with anger. “You’re mean, and you’re a bad mom!”

I froze, my chest heaving as the pack erupted into murmurs.

Isaac stepped in front of Serena, his eyes blazing with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you, Blaise?”

“What’s wrong with me?” I snapped. “What’s wrong with you? You’re smiling, celebrating while our daughter is dead!”

“I’m trying to move forward!” Isaac shouted back, his voice shaking with anger.

“With her?” I spat, my words venomous. “You didn’t hesitate to save her child, Isaac. You didn’t even think about Evy. You chose them. You chose her.”

Before I could say another word, Isaac’s hand flew out and connected with my face, the slap ringing out like a shot fired. My head whipped to the side, the sting of it sharp and immediate.

I staggered back, stunned and disoriented.

Isaac didn’t give me a chance to recover. He pulled Serena closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her. “From now on,” he said coldly, his voice steady and final, “Serena will be my second mate, with or without your consent.”

The words hit me like a slap of their own.

The weight of the pack’s judgment pressed down on me, thick and suffocating.

I blinked, trying to make sense of the reality crashing down on me. Not only had I lost Evy, but now I was losing Isaac, too. He wasn’t just choosing Serena; he was making it official.