Take Your Regrets to the Grave

Before my son took his last breath, he told me he wanted to go see the Barnum & Bailey Circus with his father. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find my husband. I could only watch helplessly as my son passed away with unfinished dreams.

After handling his funeral, I returned home. That was when I saw Alpha Leonardo, return to the castle with Isabella in his arms.

Isabella leaned weakly against him and purred softly, "Leo, thank you for letting me stay at your place and taking me to the doctor. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it to the doctor with such a severe leg injury."

Leonardo gazed at her indulgently and replied gently, "We're a family. Don't worry about it."

I watched as Leonardo carried Isabella into the guest room and then knelt in front of her, carefully inspecting her injury. Bitterness welled up in me as I took in the sight.

I remembered how I once cried in pain after a bad fall during a hike. However, all Leonardo did was cast me a cold glance and said, "You're a Beta. You heal fast. This level of pain is nothing."

And then, he simply walked away.

He had completely forgotten the fact that I had been injured during the past battle, leaving my ability to regenerate even weaker than that of an Omega in the pack.

In the end, it was the old housekeeper who found someone to carry me to the hospital. Thinking about all of this, I felt my heart grow cold.

I went upstairs and started packing my luggage. As I looked at the beautiful dresses in my wardrobe—ones I had specially bought to wear for Leonardo—I fell into a daze.

Ever since we got together, his attitude toward me grew colder with each passing day. He had always said I was boring and lame, unlike other she-wolves who were beautiful and charming. But I wasn't like this in the beginning.

His endless indifference and neglect left me disappointed and hopeless. Over time, I became a dull, lifeless version of myself. As I turned to look at the children's room, a terrible pain gripped my heart.

Our son, Jack, was only five years old. He was meant to be the future heir of the Blood Moon Pack. He was a sweet, wonderful child, but he had to pass away with unfulfilled dreams.

All Jack wanted was to see the circus. However, Leonardo took Isabella to Rose Valley to admire the flowers instead, refusing to fulfill his own son's dying wish.

As I thought about it, the pain in my heart became unbearable, suffocating me. I grabbed my suitcase and went downstairs.

I noticed Leonardo was carrying Isabella in his arms, about to head upstairs. He walked right past me without even sparing me a glance.

"Leonardo, let's… go our separate ways."

I forced those words out, almost suggesting that we sever our mate bond. But just as those words reached the tip of my tongue, I realized that we hadn't even completed the marking ceremony!

Leonardo paused mid-step, then scoffed, "What now? Are you throwing another tantrum again? Every time you act up, I have to coax you.

"Aren't you tired of this? You know what, I'm done. I'm not going to entertain you this time." With that, he walked away without even turning back.

I knew he thought I was just throwing another tantrum, just like before when I had threatened to leave, hoping for even the slightest bit of affection from him.

However, this time, I meant it. Jack's death made me realize that I should never place my hopes on a man who didn't love me.