Don't Leave Me, Mate

Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply.

What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions?

What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?

1

Ava's POV

"Ava, leave. Go with your mother. They will kill you both."

My father yelled at me, his eyes filling with fear as he looked at the other side of the forest.

"N-No," I mumbled and sobbed. I could see him lying on the ground.

“Little girl, always take care of your mother,” he said while struggling to sit up. There was blood all over his legs.

"Angela, run away with Ava. Don’t waste time," he told my mother, who was kneeling in front of him and crying loudly.

"How can I leave you in this condition, Hector?" She cried out in a distressed tone.

We all heard crunching sounds.

We were in the middle of a war, and every wolf was fighting each other.

"Leave. I can't shift to protect you two because of my wounds. At least save our little child." My father said it again to my mother.

When my mother saw that a pack of wolves was approaching us, she got to her feet, picked me up in her arms, and then started running in the opposite direction while she was carrying me.

While running, my mother whispered in my ears with a crying voice,

"Don't look back."

My arms were wrapped around her neck in a tight hug. Curiosity was killing me so I dared to look at what was happening there.

I saw two wolves jump on my dad to kill him. My eyes widened. I was so shocked that I closed my eyes and let out a scream.

"DAD!"

I opened my eyes and realized I was in my bedroom.

"I was dreaming again," I muttered, pressing my hand to my forehead.

I sat up and took deep breaths. My entire body was drenched in sweat.

Actually, it was not a nightmare. It was a reflection of moments from my past that I would never be able to forget.

My father was killed in a war when I was only five years old. He was a pack fighter, but they attacked his legs before he could shift, leaving him unable to save himself.

My mother had to run away with me from that pack and seek shelter in another pack.

This pack’s Alpha and Luna