Alpha's Regrets and Tears are Too Late

When I lost our child on the night of the Frost Mountain Festival, I thought my mate—Alpha Callum—would be there to catch me as I fell. But instead, he was with her—Riva, the she-wolf who had wormed her way back into his heart. He didn’t even know I was gone, let alone that I was carrying our pup.

“I can’t lose you again,” Callum’s voice broke through the night, low and raw.

But it was not for me.

That night, everything I believed in shattered—our baby, our bond, the love I once held for him.