Alpha's Regret: Chasing His Luna After the Loss

"No need to trouble yourself. I don't need you to marry me."

Six years of love, and he had always been free.

When he wanted to drink, I silently accompanied him, never rushing him.

If my presence didn't suit the occasion, I'd wait for his call and pick him up without complaint.

When he got drunk, I took care of him with the utmost patience.

When he wanted to travel with his friends, chasing thrills and turning nights into reckless adventures, I planned their trips, bought their tickets, and mapped out their journeys.

Even when he offered to let me check his phone, I refused.

I loved him, but I feared that my noble lineage would weigh him down, so I never sought to control him. I was determined not to repeat the mistakes of my mother, who drove my father away with her high expectations.

I believed I had managed our relationship perfectly, keeping the rhythm steady and harmonious.

Before his betrayal, we still lived as though we were in the throes of first love. He desired me endlessly, his longing for my body unabated.

But now I realize—he loved me, yet he loved others too. He was entranced by every woman. He was never able to resist any temptation.

Was this why he feigned illness? To indulge in a new kind of thrill?

Our gazes met, but there was no trace of love in his eyes. The questions burning on my tongue were swallowed, leaving only silence behind.

Charlie furrowed his brow under my gaze. Grabbing the bouquet from his friend's hand, he shoved it into my arms. "Here. Consider this a gift. Take the flowers and just leave, will you?"

In his eyes, I was still the simple girl who would be content with the smallest gestures. He never stopped to consider that I was a princess of the Silvermoon Pack, someone who had seen the world.

My satisfaction was never about the gift—it was because I loved him.

He couldn't fathom that I might actually mean it when I said I wouldn't marry him.

I handed the flowers back to his friends.

"These are for your girlfriend Lisa. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to accept them. I donated blood willingly. You don't need to force yourself to marry me."

For a moment, Charlie's expression faltered. A flicker of panic crossed his face. "Eve… Lisa and I… There's nothing between us. I still love you."

I smiled faintly. "Fine. Go take care of my dear cousin Lisa. I'll handle my discharge papers. You take care of your business."

My words cut into him like claws. He froze, then turned his head away, trying to mask his discomfort.

His friends wasted no time hooking their arms around his shoulders and dragging him off.

"Come on, Charlie, Lisa's waiting. She bled so much for you—unlike someone who just donates a little blood and starts demanding marriage. If you don't go back soon, she might get jealous. Oh, and we've got a few new girls lined up for later!"

"Eve's just putting on a show. She'll come crawling back eventually. That's how women are. You're just too naive."

Their words should have hurt, but I felt nothing. Only a cold numbness, as though I were standing on the frozen tundra of the wolf lands, forever unable to feel warmth again.

While Charlie was away, I summoned the one maid I trusted in the Ironclaw Pack to help me pack my bags.

One by one, the wedding dress, the photo albums, and the decorations disappeared. With them went the fragile dreams of a shared future, stripped away to reveal the harsh truth beneath.

The maid stared at the transformed room, now devoid of its festive touches, and hesitated. "Princess Eve, all of this was prepared for the wedding. Are you really letting it all go?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice calm and detached. "The groom is practically dead to me already. It's useless now."

Her hands trembled at my words, and she dared not speak further, carefully disposing of the wedding photos and the Ironclaw pack's engagement ring.

When the room was stripped bare, I stood at the doorway with my suitcase. I looked at the once-familiar door and deleted my fingerprint from the lock.

From this moment on, this place was no longer my home.