"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.

　　Every fiber of my being trembled with the intensity of my emotions, my veins pulsating with a torrent of rage that threatened to consume me whole. In that moment of helplessness, I felt the bitter sting of my powerlessness, a crushing reminder of the futility of my anger.


　　"You have to calm down right now, my love, please," Bathel's voice quivered with emotion, his tears mirroring my own as he reached out to comfort me in my darkest hour.


　　And though his touch brought a measure of solace, it could not extinguish the inferno of pain and loss that raged within me.


　　I held Bathel's hand tightly, seeking solace in his comforting presence as he cradled me in his arms. But even as he held me close, I found no respite from the overwhelming weight of guilt and sorrow that threatened to consume me.


CHAPTER 73 Can I Have Some Time With Her?