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The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Losing His True Fated Mate

UNA KAIN

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Werewolf

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My five-year-old brother was burning up with a deadly fever, so I begged my fated mate, the Alpha Heir, to let us see the pack doctor. But he refused to even step out of his study. Instead, his cousin Elara falsely accused me of stealing a sapphire necklace. My fated mate believed her lie without a second thought. He looked at my dying brother with cold disgust, tossed me a bottle of cheap aspirin, and ordered the guards to throw me out. "Stop making a scene. Your jealousy is becoming pathetic." He shut the heavy oak door in my face, leaving us in the freezing hallway. I held my brother's shivering body, realizing the boy who had promised to protect me ten years ago was completely gone. For a decade, I had endured the pack's abuse and his family's cruelty, clinging to a one-sided mate bond while my brother suffered in a damp servant's room. How could I have been so blind? How could I let my brother slowly die just to wait for a man who thought our lives were trivial? My heart shattered, but the naive girl inside me died with it. I sold my parents' last heirloom, packed a single bag, and escaped the pack territory in the middle of a thunderstorm. When he finally tracked me down days later, trying to buy my return with a glittering diamond necklace, I didn't shed a single tear. I looked him dead in the eye and spoke the words that would sever our souls forever. "I, Aaliyah Hatfield, formally reject you as my fated mate."

The Alpha's Greatest Regret: Losing His True Fated Mate Chapter 1

Aaliyah POV:

"Asher, please!"

The rain was a cold sheet against my thin dress, plastering it to my skin, but the only thing that mattered was the heat radiating from the small body in my arms. Ellum was burning up. His breaths were shallow little puffs that barely disturbed the night, and he felt impossibly heavy-a dead weight of fever and sickness dragging me toward the mud.

I had been promised to Asher since before I could walk. My father had thrown himself in front of a rogue's claws to save the old Alpha, Asher's father, and on his deathbed the Alpha had sworn I would be the future Luna. When we were children, Asher had held my hand in this very garden and promised me forever. But my parents died. The pack forgot the debt. And Asher... Asher forgot me. I heard the whispers before I understood them-the old Luna saying I was fit only to warm his bed, not to stand beside his throne. The elders murmuring that the blood debt could be satisfied with far less than a crown. And Elara, that distant cousin from the Silver Lake pack, arriving with her perfect pedigree and her poison-sweet smile. They wanted Asher to marry her. But they would let me stay-as his mistress. His consort. His shameful secret, tucked away in the cabin at the edge of the territory, grateful for scraps. Now I had nothing left except Ellum. He was my only family. My only reason to keep breathing. If Asher wouldn't save him, I would save him myself.

My knuckles were raw from pounding on the heavy oak door of the Blackwood pack house. Splinters dug into my skin, but I barely felt them.

"Please, someone, help us!" My voice was a shredded wreck, torn apart by panic and the wind.

Inside there was warmth, light, the pack doctor. All I needed was for someone to open this damned door.

Finally, a bolt slid back with a heavy clunk. The door cracked open, a sliver of golden light cutting through the miserable dark.

It wasn't Asher.

It was the butler, his face a mask of cold indifference. His eyes flickered over my drenched form, then to the limp child in my arms, and not a single muscle softened.

"The Alpha heir is in an important meeting," he said, his voice as starched as his collar. "He cannot be disturbed."

"It's Ellum," I begged, the words tumbling out. "He's sick. He can't breathe right. I just need the doctor to look at him. Just for a minute."

A soft, feminine voice drifted from behind the butler. "What's all this commotion?"

Elara Sinclair, Asher's cousin, appeared in the doorway. The distant cousin from Silver Lake. The one they wanted him to marry. She was wrapped in a luxurious silk robe, her feet tucked into plush slippers. She looked warm and dry and utterly untouchable. One delicate hand rested on the diamond pendant at her throat-a gift from Asher, she had made sure everyone knew.

Her pale, calculating blue eyes raked over me. It wasn't a glance. It was an assessment-the kind you give a stray dog that's wandered onto your pristine lawn.

A small, cruel smile played on her lips. "Aaliyah. Asher is busy. Besides," she added, her voice dripping with condescension, "why waste the doctor's precious time on a wolfless runt who can barely lift his head? Honestly, it would be a mercy to let nature take its course. Don't you agree?"

The words hit like a physical blow. A gasp of air I hadn't known I was holding escaped my lungs, and my entire body went rigid. The rain, the cold, my bleeding knuckles-all of it vanished, replaced by a white-hot surge of fury. My inner wolf, long dormant and suppressed, snarled in the back of my mind. But Elara's smug, triumphant gaze pinned me in place.

She glided closer, the scent of her expensive perfume mixing with the smell of wet earth. She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing my ear, her voice a silken, poisonous whisper meant only for me. "Do you know what Asher's mother said at dinner last week? That you could stay. In the cabin. After the wedding. A convenient little arrangement-you'd still be his, just not in any way that matters. A mistress for an Alpha is practically a tradition, isn't it?" Her smile sharpened. "But that dying thing in your arms? He's not part of the deal. No one wants a sickly, wolfless boy cluttering up the pack lands." She glanced at Ellum and laughed softly, a sound of pure, delighted malice. "He'll be doing you a favor when he finally stops breathing. Then you'll have nothing left to tie you to this world."

"I am his fated mate," I choked out. The words tasted bitter, a truth I had clung to for years.

Elara laughed-a high, sharp sound like breaking glass. Behind her, I heard a few of the house servants snickering. My face burned with humiliation.

"Fated mate?" she mocked, voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Is that what you tell yourself? The Moon Goddess bonds bloodlines, Aaliyah. She doesn't waste her magic on orphans. You're not his mate. You're his charity. And soon, you'll be his whore."

The blood drained from my face. That was the deepest, most secret wound I carried. In the two years since my eighteenth birthday, since we both knew, he had never shown me a shred of affection. Not a touch, not a kind word. Nothing. And all along, his family had been planning this-a marriage to Elara, and a life of shame for me.

Just then, a light flickered on in the second-floor study. The curtains were pulled aside. A tall, powerful silhouette stood framed against the window.

Asher.

A desperate, foolish hope surged through me. He was here. He would see. He would come down and make it right. I tilted my head back, the rain running into my eyes, and stared up at him, my entire soul pleading.

His gaze swept down, cold and distant. It passed over me, over the shivering, pathetic sight I must have been. It passed over the dying child in my arms. There was no recognition. No flicker of concern. Nothing.

My heart, hammering against my ribs, seemed to stop.

I watched, frozen, as his eyes met Elara's. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. An affirmation. An agreement. Not just to her. To all of it. To the plan. To my degradation. To the life they had decided I would live.

Then he turned away from the window and pulled the heavy curtains closed, plunging my world into complete darkness.

The silent rejection was more brutal than any curse. It hollowed me out and left a cold, echoing void. And in that void, something finally broke. The naive girl who believed in promises and fate withered and died. All that remained was a woman with nothing left to lose-and a brother who needed her to be stronger than she had ever been. They wanted me to be his mistress. His dirty secret, hidden in the woods while Elara wore the Luna crown. That was the future they had planned for me. That was the life Asher had nodded along to. Men would not save her. Love would not save her. She would save herself.

Elara's smile was pure victory. She turned to the butler. "Close the door. Don't let the damp in."

The heavy oak door slammed shut with a deafening boom.

The sound echoed the shattering of my heart.

I stood there, clutching Ellum, my body trembling uncontrollably. I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the utter devastation that wracked my soul, but a single hot tear escaped my eye and traced a path through the rain on my cheek.

I looked down at my brother's small, still face. The last fragile thread of hope, the last lingering fantasy I had about Asher Cameron, disintegrated into dust.

This place wasn't a home. It was a prison.

And that man... he wasn't my salvation. He was my ruin. I would be my own salvation. I would be Ellum's.

The trembling stopped. The tears dried up. A strange, terrifying calm settled over me-an unbreakable, unbendable will forged in the crucible of his rejection. I turned my back on the cold, unforgiving door.

Without a second glance, I walked away from the pack house, carrying my brother into the deepening storm. My back was straight, my steps steady, and I didn't look back. Not once.