4. My Regret.

Alpha Dominic's pov

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the Silvermoon pack territory.

From the balcony of my Alpha's quarters, I gazed out at the landscape, its serene beauty a stark contrast to the tumultuous memories that had resurfaced with a vengeance, refusing to fade into the shadows of the past.

On the night of my sixteenth birthday party, it had been a momentous celebration that would forever alter the course of my life.

Surrounded by the attention and adoration of my pack, I couldn't help but savor the intoxicating sense of power that came with being the Alpha's heir. The night was filled with promises, a glimpse of a future where I would lead with strength and wisdom.

However, it was as though fate had a cruel twist in store for me that night. My gaze fixed on someone unexpected – Freya. She was a human, an outcast in our pack, considered a pariah because of her Omega parents. This encounter would set in motion a series of events that would change everything.

My breath had caught in my throat as I realized she was my mate, the one destined to stand by my side. The revelation had set in motion a series of events that would forever change the course of my life and test the boundaries of love and loyalty in the face of pack traditions and prejudice.

Anger had surged through me at first, a hot, irrational rage that she, of all people, could be my mate. I had acted foolishly, impulsively.

In the heat of the moment, both my wolf and I desperately wanted Freya. However, driven by pride and my parents' insistence, I had rejected her the very next morning.

I had hoped that rejecting her would bring closure, even though deep down, I desperately didn't want to let her go. I struggled with the dilemma of following my heart, which yearned for her, and adhering to my parents' demands of rejecting my human mate. In the end, I chose to move forward without the burden of a human mate.

Yet, as the years went by, the weight of my decision settled heavily on my shoulders. Regret became my constant companion, a gnawing ache in my heart.

In my dreams, Freya's face haunted me, her eyes reflecting the pain and betrayal she had felt. The memory of her tear-stained cheeks when I uttered those damning words of rejection remained an indelible image in my mind, a testament to a choice I couldn't forget.

Now, as I looked out at the moonlit landscape, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made the biggest mistake of my life. The thought of her, alone and cast aside, filled me with a sense of emptiness and longing that I couldn't ignore.

I had been a fool, blind to the potential for love and acceptance that Freya had offered. And now, as Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, I carried the heavy burden of my past mistakes, a burden that I wasn't sure I could ever make amends for.

I had been pressured, manipulated by my parents and the expectations of the Silvermoon pack. I had allowed their voices to drown out the voice of my own heart, and in doing so, I had pushed away the one person who could have brought light and love into my life.

If only I could see Freya again, if only I could make amends for the past, I would do everything in my power to make things right. The ache of her absence was a constant reminder of the love I had foolishly cast aside, and I would give anything to have her by my side once more.

Because of this my wolf became obsolete, it was weakened by my actions of rejecting his mate, I suppressed his voice and went against his pleas, rejecting our mate, now my chosen mate Linda who was Luna was hated by my wolf, he despised her and so did I as well.

As Alpha of the Silvercreek pack, I held the power to protect and cherish Freya, to make her feel accepted and loved, yet I failed her. And if fate were kind enough to grant me a second chance, I vowed that I would seize it with both hands, no matter the cost, and make everything alright.

The truth was, as an alpha, my senses should have been sharp enough to detect any pack member leaving the territory, but her humanity had masked her presence.

It was a bitter irony that the very thing which had once stoked my anger and led to her heartbreaking rejection had also facilitated her unnoticed departure.

In those earlier days, I had been a vastly different mate, driven by foolish pride and consumed by anger. My vision had been clouded by the deeply ingrained prejudices that tradition and the weight of my pack's expectations had imposed on me. I had been unable to see past these barriers that had separated us.

Only now, after the passage of years, had I come to understand a fundamental truth - that love knew no boundaries. It was an epiphany I had reached, realizing that a human could be a mate just as deserving of love, care, and protection as any wolf.

It was a profound transformation, one that had taken time to mature within me, reshaping my perspective and, in many ways, my very essence.

Freya had come from a house of omega, an additional layer of complexity to our union. It was a union that the Moon Goddess had ordained, one that had tested my faith in her wisdom. I had often wondered why the Moon Goddess had chosen to mate me with a human, why she had placed such a challenge in my path.

Standing there, overwhelmed by a deep longing for Freya, I began to realize that the Moon Goddess had presented me with a profound opportunity to evolve, to learn, and to break free from the rigid constraints of our longstanding traditions.

If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would wholeheartedly embrace this chance. Now, I had come to fully accept a human as my beloved mate, and I was ready to do whatever it took to have her back by my side.

A profound sense of remorse continued to weigh heavily on my heart for my past actions. The memory of that dreadful night when everything had unraveled haunted me, and I couldn't escape the regret that gnawed at my soul.

After I had publicly rejected Freya in front of the pack, guilt had consumed me, and the urgent need to make amends had taken hold of my soul. The pain of that memory was a constant reminder of the mistakes I desperately wanted to rectify.

I had gone to Freya's home that night, quite late, hoping to find her and beg for forgiveness. But Freya wasn't there. Instead, her parents greeted me with nonchalant expressions, their indifference only fueling my anger. How could they be so casual about their daughter's absence?

The thought of Freya being mistreated, even by her own family, had filled me with a burning rage. I had lost control, and my wolf nearly took over as I confronted them. Their lives were in danger that night, and they were saved only by their desperate pleas for mercy.

I had come dangerously close to committing an act that would have haunted me forever. It was a clear sign of the deep love I felt for Freya, a love I had failed to recognize at the time.

Now, as I stood alone, I wished I could turn back time and change the course of that night, to save both Freya and myself from the pain we had endured. If only I could have another chance to see her and make amends for the hurt, I had caused.