My Alpha Mate and Son’s Regret
On my son's fifth birthday, my Alpha mate allowed his childhood sweetheart Sarah to pick him up from school.
I discovered through the tracking device on his watch that he was near the edge of the forest.
Having heard reports of rogue wolves attacking in the area recently, I anxiously rushed over, determined to bring him back immediately.
He refused to leave with me. While we were locked in this standoff, several rogue wolves burst from the treeline and attacked us.
During the fight, I was wounded badly, blood streaming down my face, while I kept my son safely behind me, completely unharmed.
But when my Alpha mate arrived to rescue us, he ran straight toward his childhood sweetheart who was hiding off to the side.
"Aunt Sarah is a delicate Omega with no fighting ability, Dad. Save her first! Mom, you're so strong, just hold on a little longer!" my son called out.
I watched them leave, a bitter smile forming on my lips.
They all seemed to ignore the silver dagger piercing my heart as I protected my son. I was dying.