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The rogues thought they could destroy us–thought they could eliminate the Alphas and Lunas in one strike and take control of our lands. They were wrong. Despite the surprise attack, we fought back, our instincts sharp, our wolves raging beneath our skin.
I could hear the roars of Alphas calling commands to their packs, the furious growls of wolves in the heat of battle. Blood soaked the earth, but it wasn’t ours. The rogues had underestimated the power of the united packs. Alphas like Dustin, Lunas like me–we didn’t back down. We didn’t crumble.
The battle ended quicker than I expected, the rogues falling like leaves in the wind. The ground was littered with their bodies, a testament to their arrogance. Our warriors were bruised, some bloody, but we had survived. We had won.
But even in victory, my heart was heavy. The weight of betrayal was far greater than any battle wound. I looked across the battlefield and saw Martin, his wolf covered in the blood of the enemies he had torn apart in his rage. His chest heaved with exhaustion, but his eyes- those once–golden eyes that used to look at me with love–were now filled with regret. It was too late.
I could feel him coming closer, his presence pressing on my senses as he shifted back into human form. His steps were slow, cautious, as if he knew that with every inch he closed between us, the distance in my heart only grew wider.
“Ella..” His voice was hoarse, broken. The feral rage that had consumed him moments ago was gone, replaced by something far more pitiful–remorse. “I’m sorry.”
Sorry. The word felt hollow. I turned to face him, and there he was, the once–proud Alpha Martin, now on his knees before me, eyes pleading. His body, usually so strong, trembled as he looked up at me.}
“I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I didn’t know about the baby. I didn’t know what Marcella had done.” His head dropped, shoulders slumping in defeat. “If I had… I would have…”
“Would have what?” I interrupted, my voice colder than I’d ever thought it could be. “Protected me? Stopped her?” My wolf stirred within me, still simmering with anger, but I kept her at bay, just barely. “You only cared when it was too late, Martin. You only cared when you lost something.”
He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t stop. I had to say it all. Every word I had buried deep inside me during the months of his neglect, of his betrayal, came rushing to the surface like a dam breaking.
“I was always here, Alpha,” I continued, my voice trembling with the weight of unshed tears. “I stood by you when you couldn’t see me. When you turned your back on me and ignored what we had. And now–now you want to beg for forgiveness? Now that the damage is done?
He looked up at me, his eyes glassy, his lips quivering. “Ella, please… I was blind. I didn’t realize–“>
“You didn’t want to realize,” I cut him off sharply. “You chose to ignore me. You chose to believe others instead of me. And now our child is dead. Gone. Because of you.”
The words felt like knives, cutting into him deeper than any physical wound ever could. I saw it in his eyes–the pain, the guilt. But it didn’t matter anymore. It was too late.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice broken, but it didn’t reach me. Not anymore.”
I stared at him, the man who once held my heart, the man I had loved more than anything. But that love had withered away, crushed under the weight of betrayal and loss.
“I stopped caring, Martin,” I said quietly, the finality in my voice ringing through the clearing. “I stopped caring the moment you stopped seeing me.“2
He collapsed fully then, sobbing into the dirt beneath him, the mighty Alpha brought low. The sight should have moved me once, but now, it was nothing. His tears didn’t change the fact that our child was gone, that I had lost everything because of him.
*Please, Ella…” he choked out, but I turned away.
Alpha Dustin, who had fought fiercely beside me in the battle, stepped forward, his presence grounding me in the chaos. His hand was warm on my shoulder as he spoke softly, “It’s time to go.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My heart felt like it had been torn in two, but I had no more tears to shed for Martin. The part of me that once belonged to him was dead, just like the child we never had the chance to meet.
Martin’s sobs echoed behind me, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I had already turned the page in my heart, and he was no longer part of the story.%
Alpha Dustin guided me through the crowd, his strength steady beside me. As we walked away, I felt the weight of the past lift from my shoulders, if only slightly. There would be no more begging, no more apologies. Martin had made his choices, and I had made mine. The End
