Alpha’s Regret After I Left

Olivia’s PoV.I walked through the darkness for what felt like an eternity, searching for my wolf. “Vanilla, come back.’ I sobbed.Please answer me, I can't lose you. The pain in my body was excruciating, but the pain in my heart was unbearable. My other half was gone. Torn from me in the cruelest of ways. I kept calling her, but no answer ever came. The flames that had consumed me had taken her.My dear Vanilla was gone.My mate killed my wolf with his own hands to use my life as a life bank for another woman.I opened my eyes and found Damian holding my hand, next to my bed. “Olivia you’re awake! Thank the Moon Goddess!” His eyes widened with fake relief and concern. I immediately tried to pull my hand, but I was so weak I couldn’t even move it.Was I paralyzed? My chest rose and fell rapidly, the look of horror on my face must have alerted Damian.“Shh, calm down, Olivia.” He squeezed my hand and kept stroking my shoulders, trying to sooth me. It didn't work for me. I frown

Olivia’s PoV. The next morning, I woke up first. Damian was still holding me in his arms. Unable to push him, I stare into space at the first rays of light drifting through the curtains. Then I felt him stirring. I did not want to talk to him, so I pretended to be asleep. He had shattered all my expectations and there was truly nothing left to talk about between us anymore. My heart pounded, but I kept my breathing steady until I heard the shower running. Damian quietly left the room after showering, still thinking I was asleep. Only then did I breathe out and get up. My heart ached. My chest fell hollow. I tried to reach Vanilla again, to no avail. She was truly gone. The hollow void in my chest felt even bigger now. I’ll figure it out Vanilla. I will. I held to that frail hope. It took me tremendous effort to shower and change. It was also an ordeal to get dressed, but I managed without help. I still wanted to hold to that bit of dignity I had left, now that Damian has tak

Olivia’s PoV Vivian's words still rang in my ears. She had been Damian’s girlfriend. Had Damian betrayed me with her? Had he been faking love and caring for me all along? It all makes sense now. How he sacrificed her wolf all for Vivian’s sake without a second thought. I lay on my bed and even though I thought I had no more tears to shed, my pillow was instantly soaked. Soon, I fell asleep once again, feeling weak and desolate. “Luna your meal.” An omega entered with a trade of steaming food after knocking softly. I sat up and noticed the look of pity she gave me. This is what Damian has turned me into, a pitiful Luna. “Thank you, Marie. You can leave it on the table.” She placed the trade on the coffee table next to the small armchair but did not leave. “Do you want something, Marie?” She fidgeted a little before she spoke nervously. “Luna, Alpha was going to bring your meal, but Ms. Vivian suddenly fell ill, and Alpha rushed her to the pack’s hospital.” I scoffed inwardl

Damian’s PoV Just two short days later, Olivia was back in the hospital. I couldn’t let go of her hand; it felt cold to the touch. She looked so pale, so frail. A far cry from her usual vibrant energy. Even the healthy rosy color of her cheeks was gone. She was never one to get sick. Her wolf had been one of the strongest she-wolves I’ve ever met. But the spell that was cast upon her made her lose her wolf. My throat tightened. I looked at her delicate face; she was still sedated. I owe Olivia too much. Nyx, my wolf roared in my mind. He knows what I did, and he's pissed with what I did to Vanilla. He makes me feel his displeasure about the way I’ve been treating Olivia. I caressed her face, but I moved my hand fast when she twitched a little, afraid to wake her up. I hate seeing her in pain. But even when I feel my soul tearing apart, I know that in the end, it will all be worth it. She might hate me a little, but I vow to live up to her sacrifice, and she will forgive me.

Olivia’s PoV When I woke up, I was alone. The beeping of the machines echoed in the empty room aligning with the thumping of my heart. The last thing I remember was being in my room when the pain attack began. It had been excruciating, I thought I was dying. I pressed my hands to my stomach. My pup! Please be okay. I could still fill him, but for how long? We are not safe here. My eyes filled with tears. I stared at the white ceiling, feeling alone. The emptiness of Vanilla’s absence shadowed me once again. If I still had her, she would be talking to me, comforting me, offering me advice and encouragement. I cannot accept that I lost her for good. I will figure this out once I’m far away from this place. I can’t believe that the pack I had grown to love and consider my home, my safe place, has become this, nightmare, this hell. Thirty more days. I whispered to myself. Just then it occurred to me that I didn’t know how long I was out. I looked at the side table. My phone and a