The Alpha's Regret No Second Chances for My Cheating Mate

I finally decided to leave my cheating Alpha. The day after I lost my pup, Alpha Ethan cut all ties with that Omega. He cleared away every single trace she had left in the Packhouse. Once again, he went back to being that attentive, caring mate. He came home on time every day, cooked all three meals for me, and pampered me with love, trying to rebuild what we had when we were younger. Until the day I found out I was pregnant again, and news reached him that the Omega was being sold off to another pack. He muttered about how annoying it was, but secretly drove over there alone, behind my back. In front of everyone, he pulled Sienna behind him, whipped out a check, and slapped it right in that werewolf's face. "Here is 8.8 million dollars. I’m paying you ten times her worth. Now get the hell away from her." Someone caught this scene on video, and the entire werewolf community was buzzing about it, romanticizing their "forbidden love." As it turned out, during those years when I thought Ethan had changed for the better... He had never let go of Sienna for even a single second. Meanwhile, I collapsed on the floor all alone, a sharp, excruciating pain tearing from my heart down to my lower abdomen. I had lost my pup. Again. My friend sent me the video while I was in the kitchen, cooking a rich stew for Ethan. "Is this him?" "What the hell is going on?" "Did he seriously get back together with that Omega?" Countless messages flooded my Snapchat. Some were just nosey, some were mocking, and some were genuinely worried. It felt like a rewind to three years ago. The day Ethan publicly defied the Elders at the Pack meeting for Sienna, making him the trending topic on our social media. An identical storyline. Sure enough, people in the comments section were already recognizing him. "Oh my god, this guy's crazy streak had warning signs three years ago!" "If you won't marry me, I'll just steal you away! Let's torture each other until we die!" "The comment above is so right. This is literally like a web novel plot. People eat this toxic drama up!" I slowly scrolled through the comments, completely forgetting about the stove. The ceramic pot shattered with a loud crack, and the boiling hot soup splashed all over me. But I couldn't feel the pain. I just silently dialed Ethan’s number. It went straight to voicemail. Listening to the automated message, I laughed out loud. My heart grew colder with every second. He had promised me just this morning that he would accompany me to the clinic for my pregnancy check-up after work. He had knelt by my hospital bed and sworn to be a good mate. Was I sad? Was I hurting? I couldn't even tell anymore. After all, I had already experienced the absolute lowest point of despair three years ago. I calmly cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. My lower abdomen throbbed with a dull, heavy pain, but I ignored it. Ethan didn't return to the Packhouse until three in the morning. I was sitting on the sofa, my eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. Our eyes met, and a suffocating silence stretched between us. The tablet on the table was playing the video of him rescuing her on a loop. "Here is 8.8 million dollars..." Once, twice, three times. Ethan strode over, turned off the tablet, and slowly fell to his knees. He knelt before me, all for the sake of that Omega. The irony of it made me feel nothing but a deep, hollow sadness. "I know nothing I say right now can make up for this, but I swear, Sarah, this was the absolute last time I’ll ever help her," the man rasped, his voice cracking. "Her father is extremely sick and needs a fortune to pay for a high-level Healer." "She came to me first, but I refused to see her. That’s why she resorted to selling her freedom to that bastard." "I only did it because I pitied her, please believe me..." *Just pity.* Ethan had said those words so many times that even he probably lost count. But I remembered every single time. Because every time he felt "pity" for her, I was the one who ended up in agony. Providing her with food and clothes was out of pity. Arranging a place for her to stay was out of pity. Building a private cottage for her was out of pity. Tearing apart the wolves who dared to disrespect her was out of pity. And now, even stopping her from being taken away by another man was out of pity? "You sure have an endless supply of compassion, Ethan." My sarcastic tone clearly made him uneasy. He reached out to hug me, but I pushed him away with all my strength. "Sarah, are you giving up on me again?" Ethan knelt on one knee, his eyes rimmed with red. "Ethan, the one who gave up first doesn't get to make demands."I never thought Ethan would betray me. The day I found out about his betrayal was exactly our 5,200th day since we became mates. We grew up together. We ran and played in the same Pack territory as pups, trained together as teenagers, and mated when we came of age. Over fourteen years of history. Yet, it all crumbled before the tears of an Omega who came out of nowhere. Back then, Ethan always came home late, using Pack business as an excuse. My friends in the Pack used to tease me, asking if I was worried he was having an affair. I would just smile indifferently. "Why should I worry? If a man betrays his mate, you just throw him out." But I had overestimated Ethan’s loyalty, and I had severely underestimated my love for him. Loving someone more than yourself always backfires. My karma arrived right on schedule. Ethan had spent $500,000 on that Omega. One of his buddies accidentally let it slip during a Pack dinner. The entire table fell dead silent. That was the day I hated remembering the most. Because that was also the day I found out I was pregnant with our first pup. I had planned to announce the wonderful news at that very dinner. Instead, I ended up demanding to know who the Omega was, looking like a hysterical, bitter woman. When I confronted Sienna, the man who had never spoken a single harsh word to me in his life actually shielded her. He yelled at me. "Have you had enough?!" "I’m sorry, Sarah. I seduced Ethan. If you want to hit someone, hit me," Sienna cried, looking fragile and helpless. Losing my mind, I shoved Ethan aside and slapped Sienna across her delicate face. Ethan immediately pulled the sobbing woman into his arms, glaring at me with pure resentment. "Sarah, don't cross the line!" "You're always so dominant, forcing me to do this and that. What’s wrong with me spending some money on her?!" Those words shattered my heart. I stood there, shaking with rage. From that day on, Ethan and I entered a cold war. Everyone assumed he would be the first to bow down and apologize. After all, it was clearly his fault, and he had been completely submissive to me for years. But in the end, I was the one who used our unborn pup to force him back home. I never realized I loved Ethan so blindly. Since we were pups, he was always the one chasing after me, the one sacrificing for me. The moment I realized I couldn't lose him, I actually began to question myself. *Was I really too harsh on him?* So when I called him that day, I swallowed my pride and said so many submissive things through our mind link. "Just come home. If you break things off with that Omega, we can pretend none of this ever happened, okay?" My voice was incredibly small, almost begging. But he said no. He said he had to protect Sienna. "She’s an Omega who came all the way from the Iron Crest Pack. It’s been so hard for her. I need to make things right for her." To get him back, I even agreed to pay Sienna a monthly allowance. I thought that would finally be enough. But Ethan kept running out of the house day after day. If someone in the Pack gifted us some high-quality dried meat, he had to take it to Sienna. If there was a hunting festival, he had to take Sienna so she could experience the world. He even built her a private cottage. When a rogue wolf harassed Sienna, Ethan didn't hesitate to tear the guy to shreds. "When you did that, did you think about me? Did you think about the pup in my womb?" I demanded, my eyes burning with tears. But Ethan just accused me of being heartless. He grabbed our framed anniversary photo and smashed it on the floor. The glass shattered, and a giant crack split right down the middle, separating Ethan and me. A broken mirror can never be put back together. Unfortunately, I was too young and foolish to understand that back then. On our anniversary, I waited at a restaurant I had booked months in advance until closing time. But all I got was an update on Sienna’s social feed. "Thank you for showing me that being imperfect is also a reason to be loved." In the photo, she was wearing the latest Chanel haute couture dress and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag. They were identical to the ones I owned. She was mocking me, showing me that whatever I had, she would get too. Ethan was using my lifestyle to pamper her all over again. In an instant, a wave of nausea and unspeakable fury washed over me. Crying hysterically, I drove straight to the cottage Ethan had built for her. The moment I pushed the door open, I froze. Sienna was wearing the exact white dress I wore at my mating ceremony. They were kissing. I completely lost my mind. I screamed, rushing forward to tear them apart. In the chaotic scuffle, Sienna gave me a hard shove. I fell backward, hitting the floor. Blood quickly stained the floorboards.The pup was gone. My heart died right along with it. Sienna made a huge scene, threatening to jump off the pack's cliff to pay for my pup's life with her own. Ethan was the one who dragged her back from the edge. But after that, he withdrew all his favors from her. He stopped seeing her and fully returned to our home. When I told him we were over... He seemed genuinely terrified. With tears streaming down his face, he asked me, "Sarah, are you really giving up on me?" He knelt down, begging, swearing over and over that he was wrong, and that I was the only one he loved. Ethan’s tears looked so sincere, just like when he was eighteen. I remembered when we were pups, and he would sneak me roasted rabbit legs on the training grounds. I remembered when we were teenagers, and he almost broke his leg climbing a steep cliff just to pick a night-blooming orchid for me. I remembered seeing an Armani lipstick ad, and how he worked three part-time jobs just to buy it for me because his allowance wasn't enough—only to end up picking the ugliest shade of plum. Memories are a tangled, messy web. My love for Ethan had long become a part of my own flesh and blood. I couldn't just cut it out. For a long time, I suffered from severe insomnia and anxiety, listening to my own erratic heartbeat just to fall asleep. Ethan traveled everywhere to find a secluded rogue Healer for me. He prepared herbal baths and brewed medicine for me every single day. Only then did I slowly begin to recover. He had caused me so much pain and humiliation. He made me cry oceans of tears. But he was also the boy who grew up with me, the man who had loved me for over a decade. The love was real, and the torment was real too. But back then, I didn't know how to face a world without him. So, I chose to believe him one more time. And that was why I had become a laughingstock once again. I had humiliated myself, and I got exactly what I deserved. Ethan, the teenage version of you bought you one last chance. And you wasted it. ... Ethan insisted on holding me to sleep. Like a fragile, guilty pup, he kept whispering promises and explanations in my ear. "Tomorrow, I’ll definitely take you to the clinic for your check-up, okay?" "I won't do anything stupid ever again." "Our pup will be born safe and healthy." But when I woke up, the only thing waiting for me was a cold text message. "Emergency Pack business, honey. I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you as soon as I get back." How convenient. Right after I read his text, Sienna’s Instagram feed updated. "Thank you for saving me from the fire, time and time again." The post featured a photo of Ethan brawling with the werewolf who had bought her. Ah, so he went to play the hero again. I let out a soft laugh, sitting alone in the empty bedroom. As I stared at those photos, tears streamed silently down my face. Suddenly, a violent, squeezing cramp seized my abdomen. The pain was so intense that I curled into a ball on the sofa, my consciousness drifting. By the time the agonizing pain finally subsided, I already knew. My pup was gone.I lay flat on the hardwood floor, staring blankly at the ceiling. I didn't cry. I just felt something inside me snap completely. After a long time, I dragged myself up, cleaned up the blood, and changed my clothes. Then, I sent Ethan a single message: "The pup is gone. We are over." He didn't reply immediately. He was probably still too busy saving his damsel in distress. I sat on the clean sofa. The sunlight streamed through the window, warm and bright. But I felt incredibly cold. The kind of cold that seeps deep into your bones. When Ethan finally rushed back, he threw himself at my knees, his eyes swollen like plums. He kept apologizing, saying he didn't know this would happen, saying he only went to settle her trouble and intended to come right back. I watched his mouth open and close, but his words felt so distant. It was like watching a movie that had nothing to do with me. "Sarah, say something. Scream at me, hit me, just don't stay silent like this..." He grabbed my hand and forced me to slap his own face. I pulled my hand back, my voice barely a whisper. "Ethan, do you want to know the truth? Our pup was killed by your 'pity'." He froze, completely paralyzed. I couldn't stay in the Crimson Pack anymore. Every inch of this land reminded me of Ethan’s betrayal, and every path led to a memory we shared. I submitted an application to the Elders to transfer my pack status. I chose the Iron Crest Pack. It was a pack of similar size, known for its strict discipline. Their Alpha, Gavin Miller, had been running the pack for several years and had an impeccable reputation. After reviewing my application, Alpha Gavin approved my transfer. I packed my minimal belongings and drove away from the pack territory where I had lived for over twenty years. The Iron Crest Pack provided me with a cozy apartment near the pack center and a job in the logistics department. Ethan went completely mad trying to find me. He kept screaming my name through our mind link and even tracked down the Iron Crest Pack's border, blocking me at the entrance. He looked haggard, with a messy stubble and hollow eyes. He grabbed my arm, rambling incoherent apologies and begging me to listen, drawing stares from the passing wolves. I calmly brushed his hand off my arm. "Ethan, we are done. Stop harassing me." He stared at me in disbelief, as if he couldn't recognize the cold, resolute woman standing before him. I blocked our mind link and blacklisted his number, ignoring his existence entirely. He began calling me from Pack business lines and other members' phones. His voice sounded hoarse and broken. "Sarah, please. Let's talk. Just let me see you once, okay?" "We have nothing to discuss. There is nothing left to say," I cut him off, my voice flat. "I can't live without you, Sarah. I made a mistake. Just give me one more chance, the absolute last one, I swear." "I already gave you your last chance, Ethan." My voice through the receiver was cold, almost cruel. "You threw it away yourself. Your last chance was spent the moment you took Sienna away from that werewolf." I hung up. I felt absolutely nothing, and I calmly went back to finishing my paperwork. I heard rumors that he started drinking heavily and completely neglected his Alpha duties, acting like a lost soul. Ethan's mother, the former Luna, eventually called me, sighing over the phone to play peacemaker. "Sarah, Ethan knows he was wrong. He’s destroying himself right now. For the sake of all those years you spent together, have some pity on him." "Elder Luna," I interrupted politely but coldly. "Any feelings I had for him have been completely drained. I don't pity him. I only pity my past self for being stupid enough to trust him. If you still care about the bond we once had, please tell him to stay out of my life." She hung up in awkward silence. I knew that in many people's eyes, I was being ruthless and heartless. Even my closest friend gently asked me, "Is there really no turning back? After all, it was more than a decade. How many decades do we get in a lifetime?" I shook my head, looking out at the endless pine forest in the distance. "A shattered mirror will always show cracks, no matter how well you glue it back together. Besides, I don't want to spend the rest of my life doubting, waiting, and feeling disgusted. Over ten years is enough. I’m not going to ruin my entire life for him." I wanted a clean, absolute break from this relationship of lies, betrayal, and endless compromise.