My Alpha's Regret

When I lost my baby, only five months old, the pain wasn't just physical—it tore through me, an ache so deep it felt like it was shredding my very soul.

At that moment, Damien—my mate, Alpha of our pack—was in our bed, tangled up with his mistress. A she-wolf who had made it her mission to provoke me at every turn.

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Pain ripped through me like a storm. One second, I was standing tall during the pack training session. The next, my knees buckled, and I was on the ground, clutching my stomach as my world began to unravel.

Something inside me broke—no, shattered. I felt it. My pup. My five-month-old baby. Slipping away.

The agony that followed wasn’t just physical; it cut deeper than flesh. It tore at my soul, leaving me raw and gasping for air.

Desperate, I reached for Damien through the mate bond, my mind frantically calling out his name. “Damien!” My wolf howled alongside me, pleading for him to answer, to be there. But all I got in return was silence. A deafening, suffocating silence.

I tried again, pushing through the haze of pain, my voice trembling in the link. “Damien, please.” Still, nothing. My wolf whimpered, shrinking back as the bond between us flickered weakly, barely holding on. He wasn’t there. He didn’t even feel close. Something about that realization made the pain worse, sharper, as if it wasn’t already unbearable enough.

Through the fog of agony, I felt hands on me. Firm but gentle. Gamma Alex. His voice broke through the chaos, calm but strained, as he scooped me up and carried me toward the pack infirmary. I could barely focus on what he was saying; my body was too weak, my mind too full of grief.

The scent of blood clung to the air, a cruel reminder of what I’d lost. My head lolled to the side, and that’s when I heard them—two female warriors nearby, their voices low but crystal clear.

“I heard he was with her again,” one of them said.

“Serena?”

“Yeah, in the woods. They’re perfect for each other, aren’t they?”

My chest tightened, my breath catching in my throat. Were they talking about Damien? My Damien?

“He doesn’t even hide it anymore,” the other whispered. “Poor Luna. She probably has no idea.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I looked up at Alex. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze shifted away, avoiding mine. That flicker of guilt in his eyes said everything. He didn’t need to confirm it. Everyone knew. Everyone except me.

Pain stabbed through my chest, sharper than anything I’d felt physically. While I was losing our child, he was with her. Serena. The Beta’s daughter.

I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but all I could do was let Alex carry me the rest of the way. The infirmary was cold and sterile, but no amount of care or soothing words could touch the ache inside me.

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