"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.

　　Suddenly, she let out a primal howl, pushing me away with a force that sent me stumbling backward. Her eyes transformed into a fiery yellow hue, a clear indication of the inner conflict consuming her. In an instant, her features contorted as her wolf form asserted itself, her snarling visage a stark reminder of the danger she posed.


　　Her nails dug into my chest as she lunged forward, her intent clear. Yet, even in her attack, I couldn't help but feel a longing for the connection we once shared.


　　"Hurt me, my love," I commanded, my voice heavy with longing, as if hoping to bridge the chasm that had grown between us.


　　I stared into her wolf's eyes, seeing the struggle mirrored within them, as her instincts warred with her emotions. Even her wolf form seemed to push me away, a reflection of the turmoil in her heart that resonated with the depths of my wolf, Blaze.


CHAPTER 83 Enjoy Yourself