"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.

　　"He's meant to marry someone who's able to give him a child, so I understand it. I don't need to bother," I murmured, my voice trailing off into a broken sob as I attempted to wipe away the tears that continued to cascade down my cheeks unchecked.


　　As Anna shook her head, a somber acceptance settled over her features, a silent acknowledgment of the futility of words in the face of our shared grief.


　　With a resigned sigh, Anna drew me into her embrace, her arms wrapping around me in a gesture of silent solidarity.


　　"I am sorry..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath against the backdrop of our shared anguish.


　　I offered her a small, sad smile, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken regrets and unfulfilled promises. With a gentle pat on her back, I returned her embrace, drawing comfort from the warmth of her presence.


CHAPTER 91 You Are In Love