Alpha Triple Brothers' Regret

I died in that cursed cellar—my lungs filled with silver dust, my wolf’s cries silenced.

And yet, my soul lingered. I found myself beside my three alpha brothers, just as they returned to the pack with Elsa.

Kane and Kelvin were holding her hands protectively. Kane spoke in a gentle tone, one I hadn’t heard in years:

“Good thing we got her to the infirmary in time, or it would’ve taken much longer for Elsa to recover.”

Karl handed her a moonstone, his voice soft with worry:

“The healer said your wolf’s still weak. You’ll need Moonlight Healing under the full moon.”

A nearby guard, unable to hold back, said hesitantly:

“My alphas… Aria has been locked in the cellar for three days. She hasn’t made a single sound...”

Kane cut him off with a sneer.

“Why are you bringing up that vicious she-wolf? Today is a day to celebrate Elsa’s recovery—not ruin it by mentioning her.”

The guard tried to continue, but the icy glare from all three silenced him.

“She knew Elsa was allergic to nuts,” Kane growled, “and still gave her that cake. She wanted her dead.”

“I was such a fool to believe Aria had accepted Elsa as family,” Kelvin muttered bitterly.

“Turns out she just wanted to kill her.”

Elsa flinched, feigning fear. Her voice trembled, exactly as they expected:

“Will Aria hate me when she’s released? I don’t want her to think I made her suffer… What if she takes revenge on me? I’m scared, my alphas.”

Kane cupped her face gently.

“Don’t worry, Elsa. Aria’s only acting out because we spoiled her too much. After this punishment, she won’t dare harm you again.”

Then he tried to mind-link me. Again. And again.

There was only silence.

Frustrated, he growled:

“She cut the link. That ungrateful wretch hasn’t spoken to any of us in three days. She must know Elsa almost died, and still, she didn’t care!”

Elsa sniffled, brushing tears from her cheeks.

“I never wanted her to misunderstand. I only wanted her companionship... If I upset her, I must’ve done something wrong...”

Kane wiped her tears gently.

“You’re too kind, Elsa. Unlike Aria—heartless and ungrateful to the core.”

Kelvin’s eyes burned with fury.

“She tried to kill her own family—just for attention!”

Karl clenched his fists.

“She’s been locked up for three days. I’ll exile her myself unless she begs on her knees and apologizes to Elsa.”

I stood there. Silent. Soulless.

My brothers—my proud, powerful, beloved alphas—had once sworn to protect me.

After our parents died in the fire, they poured all their love into raising me.

And then they brought Elsa from a rogue pack… to be my companion, they said. To ease my grief.

I gave her everything. My trust. My warmth. My place in our home.

And what did she give me in return?

Lies.

She cried wolf, claimed I tried to steal their attention. And they believed her.

This time, she feigned an allergic reaction to the almond cake—something no one had ever told me about. And they didn’t even let me explain.

They threw me into the silver-laced cellar like garbage. My wolf howled, but they only roared louder:

“You deserve this! Elsa wouldn’t be suffering if not for your cruelty!”

“We were too soft on you. Stay here. Reflect.”

Kelvin sealed the exit with silver chains himself.

Karl blocked every path of escape.

And now… I watched them dote on her.

Watched her smile, fake and radiant, as she wrapped them tighter around her claws.

My wolf gave a hollow laugh, cold and cracked with betrayal.

My alpha brothers—the strongest, smartest warriors of the pack—had murdered the only she-wolf who loved them most. With their own hands.