Betrayed and Broken My Alpha’s Regret After Pushing Me to the Edge

The winter air was biting as I stood by the lake, my breath forming mist in front of me. The party was in full swing behind us—champagne, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. But here, by the water, the atmosphere was icy in more ways than one.

Alpha Alpha Cecil , my husband, the alpha,stood with Tara Moore draped over his arm. Her laughter was like wind chimes, light and careless, as she clung to him. The diamond necklace around her throat caught the light, then—

A gasp. "Oh no!" Tara pouted, her bottom lip trembling. "My necklace! It fell into the water!"

All eyes turned to me.

Cecil's gaze was cold, commanding. "Get it."

My stomach twisted. "I—I can't. I'm pregnant. It's freezing—"

His voice dropped, a warning. "Do it. Or should I remind you of your mother's situation?"

The threat hung in the air. My hands clenched at my sides, but I stepped forward. The water was like knives against my skin, each step heavier than the last. The cold seeped into my bones as I searched blindly, my fingers numb.

Time blurred.

Then—pain. A sharp cramp tore through me. I looked down, my vision swimming. Red bloomed in the water.

Voices reached me as darkness crept in.

"Ew, is that blood?"

"Disgusting. She’s ruining the party."

"Cecil, let’s just leave her here."

The last thing I saw was Cecil’s indifferent face before everything went black.

The hospital room--

I woke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the steady beep of a monitor. Alpha Cecil lounged in the chair beside my bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Finally awake?" He smirked. "Dramatic as always."

My throat was raw. "The baby...?"

"Gone." He shrugged. "Third time’s the charm, right?"

The words were a blade to my chest. Three times. Three lives lost because of him.

The door swung open, and Tara sauntered in, her designer heels clicking. She draped herself over Cecil, shooting me a venomous smile.

"Cecil, why are you still here? The auction starts soon."

He kissed her forehead, "You go ahead. The press expects me to play the devoted husband."

Tara giggled, satisfied, and flounced out.

Silence settled.

Cecil’s phone buzzed. He stood, straightening his suit. "Don’t take too long recovering. The board expects you at the charity gala next week."

I said nothing.

As the door closed behind him, I stared at the ceiling. Five years ago, Alpha Cecil had been different. The man who’d shielded me from a hospital riot, who’d sworn to protect me—now, he was the one drowning me.

But wolves don’t mourn. They hunt.

And this omega? She was done being prey.