"Wait, so she's his mate? What a tragic fate for the Alpha to be bound to an Omega." I caught snippets of hushed conversations drifting through the air.
With a defiant glare, Ares boldly declared, "You're all wrong."
I gaze at him, my eyes filled with longing, desperately yearning for his protective embrace.
"She's nothing more than an Omega, a feeble wolf, a fragile girl with no power, and she will never, ever be worthy of being my Luna," he declared with an icy tone. 
It's all coldness. I can sense a sharp pang of pain piercing through my heart.
"I, Ares Zander Hendrix, the fierce and commanding Alpha of the Moon Stone Pack, forcefully cast you aside, Dana Toussaint, as my mate," he declared with a cold and unyielding voice.

***
Dana Toussaint has harbored deep affection for her childhood sweetheart, Ares Xander Hendrix, the Alpha heir of the Moon Stone Pack. Ares once pledged to make her his Luna, but their connection faltered when he disappeared, leaving Dana with lingering hope amidst her pain.
After what felt like an eternity, Ares resurfaces to claim the Alpha position, but he's transformed. His indifference towards Dana wounds her deeply; he not only spurns her but replaces her with the woman responsible for her parents' demise.
Feeling betrayed, Dana's world shifts when she encounters Bathel Harris, the formidable Alpha of the Sun Flower Pack, who has long admired her. They fall in love, yet Dana's feelings for Ares remain unique.
As Ares returns, seeking Dana's forgiveness and promising change, she faces a pivotal choice: will she return to him or remain with the steadfast Bathel by her side?

The Alpha's Regret.

　　"Do not concern yourself with this matter," he chided, his tone indicating a waning tolerance.


　　"You must promptly make your way over here. The child is experiencing a decline in health," Adrian conveyed to Anna through what seemed like a mental connection, without verifying with me first.


　　"Allow me to express my gratitude for your..."


　　"What's the matter?" Anna rushes over to me with remarkable swiftness, demonstrating her impressive agility.


　　I find myself consistently outmatched by the formidable werewolves, whose combination of swiftness and agility renders me unable to prevail.


　　"I am experiencing a notable discomfort. I suspect I may be indisposed," I murmured, unable to muster the ease required for vocalization.


　　Concern etched across her countenance as she gently pressed her hand against my forehead. "I don't believe illness is the culprit here, but you must accompany me indoors," she recommended, her voice imbued with tenderness.


CHAPTER 48 Waiting For My Mate