mate or love?

ELIJAH

"Violet, please don’t do this. Come back!" I pleaded with the woman standing at the edge of the terrace, her body heavy with my unborn child.

"Elijah, you don’t love me. I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t love me," she replied, tears streaming down her face.

It’s true—I never loved her the way she deserved. But I tried. I gave her everything I could. And now, with my child growing inside her, I can’t let her go.

"We can fix this, Violet. Please, come back. Don’t make a reckless decision. You’re carrying a child—our child. Don’t become your baby’s murderer," I urged her, my heart pounding with fear.

The possibility of losing everything consumed me. I inched closer, desperate to pull her back, but she stopped me with a sharp command.

"One more step, and I’ll jump," she threatened, her voice laced with pain.

"Don’t you dare shift into your wolf form," she warned, noticing the shift in my eyes. I knew shifting would give me the speed to save her, but her words paralyzed me. One wrong move, and I could lose everything—my mate, my child, my future.

"Violet, I love you," I lied, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. Her reaction was immediate—she laughed, cold and unhinged.

"Stop the charade, Elijah. Your love is standing right behind you," she spat. I turned to see Emma, her face stricken with shock.

"Elijah... Violet... what’s going on?" Emma asked, stepping closer. Each second felt like a countdown to disaster.

"My wife. My child. My love. I could lose it all."

"Emma, stop pretending. I know what’s been happening between you two," Violet said, her voice trembling with fury. She edged closer to the cliff, her steps faltering.

"This is madness! There’s nothing between us!" Emma protested, her voice pleading. She was terrified for her pregnant sister.

Not even in my worst nightmares had I imagined Violet would take things this far.

"You’re both traitors," Violet hissed, her voice venomous. "I’m Elijah’s wife, his pack’s Luna. He’s given me everything—everything except the one thing I needed most: love. That love belongs to you, Emma, my little sister."

She was right to hate me. I had betrayed her. But I was powerless against the pull of my heart. I never asked for this—to be drawn to Emma in a way I couldn’t control. Violet was my mate, but my heart... my heart belonged to Emma.

"Violet, I’m sorry for falling for Elijah," Emma sobbed, her tears streaming freely. "But please, don’t do this. Don’t take your life—or your child’s. I will leave Elijah and move out from your lives"

"No!" I exclaimed, the weight of the truth crushing me. "Emma, you can’t leave me!"

The words slipped out, a raw confession I immediately regretted. Violet’s expression darkened, her pain cutting deeper than any wound.

"You don’t have to worry, Elijah. It’s me and my child you need to leave this world. But I won’t bring a child into a world where his father loves his aunt, and his mother lives in misery," Violet said, her voice breaking.

She looked at me with a mix of love and anguish. "I loved you, Elijah. With all my heart. But I’ll never forgive you."

And with that, she smiled—a chilling, heart-wrenching smile—and leaped from the terrace.

"NO! VIOLET!" Emma’s scream jolted me from my trance. In an instant, I shifted into my wolf form, racing after her.

I found her at the base of the cliff, lying in a pool of blood. My child. My wife. Both lifeless before me. My heart shattered as I cradled her limp hand in my lap.

"I’m sorry, Violet," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I’ll leave Emma. I won’t even look at her again. Just... come back to me."

For the first time in my life, I cried. The ruthless Alpha Elijah, broken and powerless. My beast howled in agony, mourning the loss of his mate and unborn child.

And then, she blinked.

"I love you, Elijah," Violet murmured weakly before her eyes fluttered shut again.

My pack members and doctors surrounded us, their faces pale with shock.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SAVE THEM!" I roared, my voice shaking with desperation.

The doctors rushed Violet to the emergency room, but the sight of her blood-streaked body haunted me. I ran into the woods, my wolf howling in anguish.

I had destroyed everything. My wife. My child. My mate. My life.

I was a sinner—a traitor to my pack and to love itself. And I would never forgive myself