"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.

　　I couldn't bear the thought of Bathel leaving my side, the fear and uncertainty swirling within me like a tempest in the depths of my soul. As I gazed at him with a silent plea in my eyes, I felt a wave of pity wash over me, knowing that I was utterly dependent on his presence for comfort and strength in my time of need.


　　Bathel and I shared a wordless exchange, our eyes speaking volumes even as our lips remained sealed.


　　"Well-" Bathel began, but his words were cut short by Vivienne's interruption.


　　"This is a woman's conversation, and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but this won't take too long," she asserted firmly, her tone brooking no argument. I sighed resignedly, the weight of my emotions pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.


　　I felt an overwhelming mix of stress, sadness, and anger churning within me, threatening to consume me whole.


CHAPTER 74 You're Not Able To Bear A Child