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.

By the time I returned home, exhaustion weighed me down like chains. My body was weak, my spirit even weaker. But the moment I stepped inside, something felt off. The scent hit me first—roses, sweet and cloying, mixed with something else I couldn’t place.

My stomach twisted as I climbed the stairs, dread creeping up my spine with every step. Laughter drifted from our bedroom—light, careless, and unmistakably female.

I pushed the door open, and there they were. Damien. Serena. They weren’t even trying to hide it.

Serena’s smile widened when she saw me, sharp and full of mockery. “Oh, Luna. Back already?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake concern.

My heart clenched, my wolf snarling weakly in the back of my mind. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I just stood there, frozen, as Damien scrambled to cover the situation.

“Amber,” he started, his voice laced with guilt, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

Serena laughed, brushing past me as if I were nothing more than a shadow. “Relax, Alpha. She knows her place.”

Her words burned, but not as much as Damien’s silence. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t stop her.

“Why are you home?” he asked, his tone nervous. “You should be resting.”

Resting. The word was laughable. How could I rest after what I’d been through? How could I rest knowing what I now knew?

“There’s nothing going on with Serena,” he added quickly, as if that would fix anything. “She was just here for... for a pack matter.”

A pack matter. I almost laughed. Her scent lingered in the air, clinging to every surface. It was undeniable, and yet he still thought I was blind enough to believe his lies.

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My wolf was too broken, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice.

Desperate to change the subject, Damien reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle. “I bought this for you,” he said, holding it out like some kind of peace offering.

The scent hit me immediately—roses, just like Serena’s. My stomach churned, and I took a step back.

“You like perfumes, don’t you?” he asked, oblivious. “I thought this might cheer you up.”

Cheer me up. As if a perfume could erase the betrayal. As if it could undo the loss of our pup, the rift in our bond, the image of Serena’s mocking smile.

My silence seemed to irritate him. He sighed, his expression shifting to one of frustration. “You’re being unreasonable, Amber.”

Unreasonable. The word echoed in my mind, louder than it should have. He didn’t know. He didn’t understand. While I was lying on the ground, bleeding and broken, he had been here. With her.

“I’m going to shower,” he said, brushing past me as if the conversation were over.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, as the sound of running water filled the room. My gaze drifted to the bed, and that’s when I saw it. Serena’s underwear, deliberately placed under my pillow.

My fists clenched at my sides, my body trembling with a mix of anger and despair. She wasn’t just taking him from me—she was mocking me, rubbing it in my face at every turn.

The bond between Damien and me flickered weakly, barely holding on. My wolf whimpered, but there was nothing left to say.