I Died, Alpha Regretted

While they were clawing my insides, severing the parts of my body, laughing at how the blood of Crimson Crescent’s Luna’s blood was gushing like a river, my Alpha was in another place, happily dining with his first love she-wolf. While I was on the verge of death, hearing my wolf’s painful growl, he was celebrating the 10th anniversary of their first meeting.

I tried to survive. Until I could no longer hold on to the thread of life. ‘Please, my Alpha… Please, save me.’

Yet my begging fell into deep ears. What was the use of our mindlink if he was not interested enough to adhere to my cries?