"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.

　　His teeth sank into the tender flesh of my cheeks, a visceral reminder of his presence. "Do you honestly believe it's that simple?" His voice quivered, laden with emotion, his gaze piercing mine.


　　"How could I possibly?" I retorted, inhaling sharply. "I've blanked on every moment between us, lost in the wreckage of my past." My words hung heavy in the air as he drew nearer still.


　　"I need you to recall every beautiful moment we shared," he pleaded, his touch gentle yet insistent, holding my hand in a way that rooted me to the spot, a sensation I silently berated myself for allowing.


　　I met his gaze squarely. "You can't expect me to comply," I asserted, my voice firm. "I don't allow just anyone to breach my boundaries." With deliberate force, I pushed him away, resisting the pull of memories that we shared.


CHAPTER 108 You'll Have Your Forgiveness