Cursed Alpha's Regret
He stared at his own distorted body, smelling the cloying scent radiating from his skin—a scent that brought him nothing but utter humiliation.
His pride was in tatters. He began to crawl toward me through the dirt.
"Lyra... Lyra..." His voice was shrill and trembling, a far cry from the arrogant Alpha he used to be. "Please... save me..."
He reached out a shaking hand, trying to grab the hem of my gown.
"Just give me one more chance... if you save me, I promise I'll only love you in this life..." he stammered over and over, his eyes full of desperate entreaty. "I swear, from now on, it's only you. Maya means nothing... please..."