Deadly Betrayal: The Alpha’s Regret After My Death

I will never forget the day I met my fatal end.

I had an argument with my mate—the alpha of the silverfang pack—and I walked out in his anger, going into the woods for a run, hoping it would calm my anger. Unfortunately, I had a run-in with rogues who had been camping around the area, and I had fallen prey to them.

I was in their territory, and I stood no chance when they attacked me, pouring their rage on me.

Their razor-sharp fangs tore into my skin, leaving me in pain. And I lay helpless, feeling excruciating pain, while I waited for death to come.

Yet all I could think of was my mate.

My useless Alpha had no idea I was on my last breath. He would be frolicking with his mistress now, celebrating her birthday, showering her with all the love that should have been mine alone, and the thought only made death an easier choice.

It hurts to think that we were once couples in love, the envy of the pack, and we had once made a promise to each other to die in the other’s arms, but I was dying on the cold forest floor while he was probably sleeping with his mistress.

But before the cold arms of death could snatch me, I felt my hands gently pull me up. A good Samaritan had found me during his walk, and he had carried me to the hospital, but it was too late; I was already halfway between the land of the living and the dead.

I could remember staring at the white ceiling of the hospital with haphazard vision as they hooked me to the IV lines, trying desperately to save me.

In my subconscious, I heard the nurse call my mate, informing him about my condition, but he had demised it, thinking it was a prank call, and they tried reaching him again, and this time, he became furious, believing it was a plot to avoid his rejection.

I could tell the doctors and nurses were cringing when his loud voice boomed from the speaker, warning me not to call him again.

It was a reality shock for me, and as if I had been waiting for confirmation, I had plunged into total darkness, and I gave up, freeing myself from the shackles of the man I once loved.

I wish I had been conscious enough; I would have asked them not to call him; hopefully it would have saved me from embarrassment and maybe spared my life.

As I close my eyes lying in the pack hospital wing, I can still hear Terry's roaring from the other side of phone.

"Alpha, Luna... Luna, she's died." A healer timidly reported.

"Stop nonsense! Let her answer the phone!" Terry still barked, not believing the truth.

It was too late. I won't answer his phone from now on, and he had no idea of it.