Stopped My Delivery, Alpha’s Mad Regret Chapter 06
POV: Alpha Mirko
I looked up.
Oliver stood in the doorway, blood at the corner of his mouth. Two Betas flanked him, breathing hard.
The moment he saw Celia–and the tiny, lifeless pup–his eyes turned red.
He stalked over, grabbed me by the collar, and
slammed his fist into my face.
I crashed into the wall, stunned.
“My sister called me eighteen times,” he growled, shaking me violently. “Your men detained me
downstairs for half an hour while she lay dying in
this room.”
“Tell me, Mirko.”
“How many times did she beg you before she
drew her last breath?”
I parted my lips, but no sound escaped.
“Celia-”
My knees gave out. I hit the blood–slick floor hard.
“Celia! Look at me! Please!”
My scream tore through the hallway.
But Oliver stopped me from touching her, from
going anywhere near my own mate.
He shrugged off his coat and draped it gently over Celia and the pup.
“She hates the cold,” he said coldly to his Betas. “Keep filth away from her.”
Those words cut deeper than any blade.
I lifted my bloodstained hands, then let them drop to my sides.
“Brother…”
Oliver spun around and kicked me square in the
chest.
“I’m not your brother.”
“And I sure as hell don’t claim a coward like you as
a brother–in–law.”
I hit the ground, vision blurring.
He crouched down, fisting my hair, forcing my face
- up.
“Do you know why she cut off all contact with me
three years ago?”
I swallowed. I had never asked, merely assumed it
was a trivial family rift.
Oliver’s laugh was bitter. “Your mother knelt before.
her and begged her not to jeopardize your claim to
the Blackbloom Pack throne.”
“She stayed away to protect you.”
Shock and crippling guilt tore through me. Celia
had never breathed a word of this to me.
“That’s impossible-”
Smack.
Another slap.
“There’s no ‘impossible, you pathetic excuse for
an Alpha.”
“Loving you made her far more foolish than you
could ever fathom.”
“And you? You wielded her love as a weapon,
destroying her and your own pup.”
I buried my face in my hands, tears seeping
through my fingers.
Oliver gathered Celia into his arms. His Betas carefully took the pup.
“Come on, little sister,” he murmured. “Let’s go
home.”
“May you find peace far from this cursed pack. May the Moon Goddess grant you and your pup eternal joy in the afterlife.”
His voice hardened.
“By the Moon Goddess’s witness, Celia is severed
from the Blackbloom Pack. Severed from Mirko
entirely.”
“The Coldnight Pack hereby declares eternal war
upon you.”
“If Mirko dares set foot on my territory again, may silver swords pierce his heart with every step.”
I scrambled forward, throwing myself at his feet.
“Celia–I don’t ask for forgiveness. Just… wait for
me.”
Oliver stepped between us, sneering. “She won’t
wait.”
I stared at the coat covering her face.
“She will. Every time she grew angry, she
threatened to leave. Yet every time I turned
around… she was still there.”
Oliver let out a hollow, cruel laugh.
“That was then.”
“She is dead now, and her heart is gone for good.”
“Instead of dreaming about her waiting, start worrying about what’s coming for you.”
He glanced toward the end of the hall–where Sofia hovered nervously with her pup.
“Worry about that shameless woman and the pack that chose her over their rightful Luna.”
“The Coldnight Pack will burn you pack to ashes.”
