The Alpha's Regret: He Lost His Fated White Wolf

I was drowning in the pool, chlorine burning my lungs, but my fated mate, Jax, swam right past me.

He scooped up Catalina, the swim team captain who was faking a cramp, and carried her to safety like she was made of glass.

When I dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated, Jax didn't offer a hand. Instead, he glared at me with cold hazel eyes.

"Stop acting like a victim, Eliana," he spat in front of the whole pack. "You're just jealous."

He was the Alpha Heir, and I was the unshifted failure. He broke our bond piece by piece, culminating at the sacred Moon Tree where he slashed through our carved initials to replace them with hers.

But the final blow wasn't emotional; it was lethal.

Catalina threw my car keys into a pond laced with Wolfsbane. As the poison paralyzed my limbs and I sank into the dark water, unable to breathe, I saw Jax standing on the bank.

"Stop playing games!" he shouted at the ripples.

He turned his back and walked away, leaving me to die.

I survived, but the girl who loved him didn't. I finally accepted the rejection he never had the guts to speak.

Jax thought I would crawl back in a week. He thought I was nothing without the pack's protection.

He was wrong.

I moved to New York and walked into a dance studio, right into the arms of a True Alpha named Daryl.

And when I finally shifted, I wasn't a weak Omega.

I was a White Wolf.

By the time Jax realized what he had thrown away, I was already a Queen.

Chapter 1

Eliana POV:

The water of the pool was cold, but the reality hitting my chest was colder.

I thrashed, my limbs heavy, panic seizing my throat as chlorine burned my nose. I wasn't a strong swimmer. Everyone in the North Gate Pack knew that. I was the unshifted girl, the eighteen-year-old failure who still hadn't met her wolf. To them, I was barely better than a human.

"Help!" I choked out, swallowing a mouthful of chemically treated water.

Through the splashing chaos of the Summer Solstice party, I saw him. Jax.

He was standing by the edge, his dark hair gleaming under the string lights. He was the Alpha Heir, the strongest of our generation, and the boy who held my heart in his hands. He was my mate. We hadn't completed the marking ceremony, but our souls knew. My inner wolf, though dormant, always hummed when he was near.

But he wasn't looking at me.

"Jax!" Catalina screamed from the other side of the pool.

She was flailing, her perfectly manicured hands slapping the water. Catalina was a transfer student, a Beta female who had arrived two months ago. She was beautiful, curvaceous, and smelled like expensive vanilla and trouble. She was also the captain of the swim team.

She didn't need saving. I did.

Jax didn't hesitate. He didn't even glance in my