Rejecting Her Chosen Alpha

As I stood at the altar, my heart was pounding with excitement. This was the day I had dreamed about for years, the day I would marry Travis, the love of my life. I smoothed the fabric of my wedding dress and glanced at the guests, all eyes on me, waiting for the moment Travis would arrive.

The sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything. It felt like the world was celebrating with me. My mother, Katrina, was beaming from her seat in the front row, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. I smiled back at her, my heart swelling with love and gratitude.

But as I stood at the altar, waiting for Travis, a chill suddenly ran down my spine. I turned around and my eyes widened as I realized the Moon Goddess stood before me. Her ethereal form shimmered in the sunlight. She was beautiful, with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Amari," she said, her voice echoing in my mind, "something bad is going to happen. Be prepared."

I blinked, trying to process her words. "What do you mean?" I whispered, but she was already fading away, leaving me with a sense of unease. I shook my head, dismissing the warning. Today was my wedding day, nothing could go wrong.

The hours passed, and the guests began to murmur among themselves. I kept glancing at the path where Travis was supposed to appear, but there was no sign of him. Panic started to creep in, but I pushed it down, telling myself that he was just running late.

As the sun began to set, my heart sank. Travis still hadn't shown up. I looked at my mother, her face now pale with worry. She clutched her chest, and before I could react, she collapsed.

"Mom!" I screamed, rushing to her side. I cradled her head in my lap, tears streaming down my face. "Somebody help! Please!"

The guests gasped and whispered, but no one moved. I looked around frantically, my eyes landing on the pack healer. "Please, help her!" I begged, but no one came. No one even tried. I didn't understand. Why wouldn't they help my mother? Desperation clawed at me as I tried to revive her, but it was too late.

The pack healer looked away, refusing to meet my gaze. "I'm sorry, Luna Amari," she said softly. "Alpha Travis has forbidden us from helping you without his permission."

My world shattered. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother was dying, and no one would help her because of Travis.

"Travis..." I murmured, trying to contact him through the mind link, but only silence answered me. With trembling hands, I whipped out my phone and dialed his number, but each time, his phone went straight to voicemail. Desperation clawed at my throat as I watched my mother’s life slip away in my arms. Her breathing grew shallow, her skin turning an alarming shade of gray. My tears fell on her face as I whispered, "Please, Mom, stay with me."

But there was nothing I could do. With no one willing to help, I could only watch as the light faded from her eyes. She died there, cradled in my arms, surrounded by people who stood by, doing nothing. My heart shattered into a million pieces, and a hollow numbness settled over me.

I screamed and cried, holding my mother's lifeless body as the reality of my situation sunk in.

She was gone... My beautiful, loving mother was gone.

I felt a wave of anger and sorrow wash over me, threatening to drown me. My mother was dead because of Travis, because of his orders!

At that moment, the Moon Goddess' warning echoed in my mind. I had ignored her, and now I was paying the price.

I fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face. Everything I had ever wanted was shattered. My dreams, my hopes, my future with Travis—it was all gone!

Despite the crushing grief, I knew I had to handle her funeral. It felt like I was moving through a fog as I made the arrangements. I chose her favorite flowers, a soft arrangement of lilies and roses, and made sure she was dressed in the beautiful gown she loved. I wanted to honor her in every way I could, even though every decision was a painful reminder that she was gone.

The day of the funeral was overcast, fitting for the sorrow that hung over me. I stood at the graveside, clutching a single rose, my mind drifting back to the happier times we shared. Memories of her laughter, her warm hugs, and the way she always knew how to make everything better flooded my mind, bringing fresh waves of tears.

People came to pay their respects, offering condolences that felt empty and hollow. I accepted their words with a nod, not really hearing them. My thoughts were consumed with questions and regrets. How could Travis do this?

After everyone had left, I lingered by her grave, the silence around me amplifying my loneliness. I placed the rose on her casket and whispered, "I love you, Mom. I promise I'll make this right." As I walked away, I felt a small, comforting breeze, almost as if she were still with me, urging me to be strong.