"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.

　　My pulse quickens to a frantic rhythm, pounding against the confines of my chest the moment Ares comes into view. It's as if an electric surge courses through me, awakening the dormant instincts of my inner wolf, drawing me inexplicably closer to him. Yet, amid this surge of sensations, the rationale behind my visceral reaction remains shrouded in mystery.


　　Bathel's abrupt turn to confront him is a spectacle of raw emotion. His features contorted by a tempest of anger, every line etched with resentment and indignation. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, filling me with a sense of foreboding. In that moment, I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment, witnessing someone I once admired consumed by such consuming rage.


　　"It's your fault..." Bathel's voice was barely a whisper. I instinctively licked my lips, searching for the right words to soothe the brewing storm.


CHAPTER 106 Come With Me And Be Safe