He Lost His Alpha Status After Turning Me Down Chapter 08

He Lost His Alpha Status After Turning Me Down Chapter 08

His head snapped up. 

“Altalune, I… I know I was wrong. Ulva, that whole thing, I was a fool. I thought she genuinely needed me. I told myself what I felt was just responsibility. But I see it now. She never needed me. She needed a man who could give her something. That’s all.” 

I sipped my water. Said nothing. 

He dropped his head. “I called Ulva. Tried to borrow some money. She blocked me.” 

I set the glass down. “Geirolf, what exactly are you 

trying to say?” 

He looked up at me. His eyes were rimmed with red. “I’m trying to say I finally understand who 

actually cared about me. Altalune, can we start 

over?” 

I looked at him, and then I smiled. 

“Geirolf, do you know what I was thinking while I 

waited for blood the night my mom was in 

surgery?” 

He went still. 

I continued. 

“I was thinking, if she dies, how do I keep going.” 

“I was thinking, how did the man I loved for five 

years turn into this.” 

“I was thinking, whether I should even bring our 

pup into this world.” 

His face lost every trace of color. “Altalune…” 

“You told me to be understanding. To be 

reasonable. To stop making a scene.” I stood and 

looked down at him. “But when were you ever 

understanding toward me? When you walked out 

of our ceremony for Ulva, did you think about how 

I felt? When you brought her around and broke my 

mom’s heart, did you think about me then? When 

you kept the healers from saving my mother first, did you think about me for even one second?” 

He grabbed my hand with both of his. “I know I 

was wrong! I swear I know! Just give me one more chance. I’ll do whatever you say.” 

I pulled my hand back. “Geirolf, do you know what 

love is?” 

He stared at me. 

“Love means you can’t bear to see the other 

person suffer. Love means you put her first. You 

never put me first. Not once.” I turned and walked 

toward the door. 

His voice hit my back. “Altalune! What about the 

pup? You’re going to bring it into the world without 

a father?” 

I stopped. Turned around. Looked at him. 

“The pup?” I laughed. And the tears came with it. 

“Geirolf, the night my mom was in surgery, I sat 

outside the operating room alone. Waiting for 

blood. Waiting for doctors. Waiting for her to 

survive.” 

“I waited too long. The pup didn’t make it.” 

He shot to his feet so fast the chair toppled 

behind him. His face was the color of ash. “You…” 

what did you say?” 

I pressed my hand against my lower stomach. 

And I told him the wound I’d been carrying in 

silence. 

“That night, I miscarried.” 

“While you were holding Ulva, telling her none of it 

was her fault, our pup died.” 

He staggered back a step like he’d been struck by lightning, crashing into the overturned chair. 

“No… that’s not possible…” 

“You can check the medical records.” I turned 

away. “Geirolf, there’s nothing left between us but 

wreckage.” 

This time, I didn’t look back. 

The day I left Ravenhowl Pack, the weather was beautiful. My friends all came to say goodbye. 

I took one last look at my phone. Sitting in my messages was the final text Geirolf had sent me. 

It was time–stamped three days ago. Late at night. 

Altalune, I went to see the pup’s grave. It’s a tiny 

stone. There’s nothing written on it. 

I stood there for a long time. I didn’t know what to 

say. 

I wanted to tell you I’m sorry, but I know you don’t 

want to hear it. 

I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m just asking 

you to be happy. 

I deleted the messages, powered off my phone, 

and crossed the border. 

My wolf spoke softly. “Altalune… are you really 

okay?” 

I felt her warmth wrap around me, and for the first 

time in weeks, a genuine smile broke across my 

face. 

“I’m okay. I lost a terrible marriage, a man who 

never loved me, and a pup that wasn’t meant to 

1. be. But I’m still alive.” 

“My mom is still alive.” 

“I still have my work. My friends. A future.” 

I closed my eyes. 

Memories flooded in all at once. 

Geirolf’s back as he turned and walked out of our ceremony. My mother crumpled in a pool of blood while he cradled Ulva in his arms. The empty corridor outside the operating room, just me and the silence. And that night, the searing pain in my belly, the blood that wouldn’t stop. 

I opened my eyes. 

The sky above was thick with clouds, an endless 

stretch of white. 

I pressed my hand to my stomach. 

There had been a life there once. 

Once. 

But it was gone now. 

Just like my love for Geirolf. Gone. 

And right then, sunlight broke through the clouds and poured over me, warm and golden, wrapping 

around my whole body. 

It felt like fate whispering in my ear: 

Let the rain–soaked past stay where it belongs. 

Yesterday. 

The skies up north might just be bluer.