Stopped My Delivery, Alpha’s Mad Regret Chapter 10
POV: Alpha Mirko
Oliver led the Coldnight Pack’s elite legion across
the border.
By the time they arrived, warriors from every major
pack and lone wolves across the continent had
already gathered.
They declared the Blackbloom Pack unworthy of
the Moon Goddess’s grace.
Unworthy to exist.
They formed a coalition army, ready to wipe us
out.
Oliver thanked them for their loyalty.
Then he told them the Coldnight Pack’s warriors.
alone were enough to crush our rotting house.
He invited them to watch. To witness the fall.
He walked into my quarters carrying a folded
document.
He looked at the blood crusted on my wrists and
sneered. Called me a coward who only knew how
to hurt himself.
I didn’t deny it. I just whispered, “Brother.”
Oliver’s expression turned glacial. “I told you. Don’t
call me that.”
My voice was hollow. “I want to see her off.”
He laughed. “You don’t deserve to.”
“She wrote a will.”
He tossed it onto the floor like he was tossing scraps to a stray dog.
Celia had written it late in her pregnancy, during
her hospital stay, when fear had crept in and her faith in me had faded,
It was short.
[If I die in childbirth, all assets transfer to my brother, Oliver.]
[If the pup survives, custody goes to Oliver.]
[If both of us perish, scatter my ashes across the ocean.]
[Mirko is forbidden from attending my funeral.]
[I don’t hate him.]
[I just don’t want him.]
I read the last line. Tears slid from my eyes into
the pillow.
“She won’t even hate me,” I choked out.
Oliver took the will back. “Hate takes energy.”
“She endured a day and a night of agony. She has none left for you.”
I closed my eyes, a broken sound tearing from my throat.
Oliver did not spare me another glance. He walked out, raised his hand, and issued his order.
“Warriors–level this place.”
“No harm to innocent she–wolves or pups.”
“Anyone who surrenders–spare their lives.”
They dragged me to the Punishment Prison in the Dark Forest.
It was the deepest pit on the continent, reserved for the irredeemable.
No wolf could survive twenty–four hours within its walls.
I knew I was dying.
That night, I dreamed of Celia.
She stood at the ocean’s edge, holding our pup. The sea wind lifted the hem of her white dress.
The baby rested his chin on her shoulder. “Mommy, where are we going?”
She gazed toward the brightening light on the horizon.
“Somewhere without pain.”
“No one will abandon you there. No one will make you wait.”
The pup hugged her neck. “What about Daddy?”
She kissed his forehead.
“The Moon Goddess will punish him.”
“We don’t need to wait for him.”
The pup nodded, burying his face in her shoulder.
Celia held him close and walked into the light.
