The Alpha's Regret

It was full moon, and my auspicious mating ceremony night had finally arrived. I stood at the altar, waiting to meet my groom, my Alpha—Scott Stone. But as the hours ticked by, my joy began to fade into dread. I reached out to Scott through the mind link, but all I got was silence. The members of our pack and others from neighboring packs—started whispering, some even left. I could feel their eyes on me. I felt like a fool.

My mother had always been fragile, her heart cursed by being mateless.