The Alpha Didn’t Repent Until I Was Gone Chapter 06
The next day, guards dragged me onto the high platform in the middle of the square.
Below me was a sea of kneeling wolves.
Pack members. Elders. Allied Alphas.
Sebastian and Julian stood on either side of Eloise like bodyguards.
The triumph in her eyes was impossible to miss.
Then the System’s voice rang out in my head.
[Exit countdown begins. Ten. Nine. Eight…]
A guard handed me a sheet of parchment.
It was a perfect confession.
Every word polished. Every line full of fake remorse.
“After you finish reading, you kneel to Eloise,” the guard said. “If she doesn’t accept your apology, you read it
again. You keep reading until she forgives you.”
I smiled and took the page.
[Three. Two. One.]
I looked down at the three faces below me.
Then I reached into my clothes.
Pulled out a silver dagger.
And drove it straight into my chest.
“You want me to apologize to Eloise?”
“Never. Not in this life.”
My voice rang across the whole platform.
“No!”
“Olivia!”
Then the System spoke one last time.
[Congratulations, Host. Exit successful.]
The falling feeling stopped.
I opened my eyes.
Apartment ceiling.
My apartment ceiling.
Morning light over Manhattan.
I pushed myself up and slammed a hand over my stomach.
Flat. Warm. No pain. No wound.
I looked around in a daze.
Outside the window was the familiar Upper East Side.
My coffee machine was still humming.
My laptop screen was still on.
The time showed one minute after the moment I crossed over.
Seven years in that wolf world.
One minute here.
So that whole hell really had only been a nightmare in my world.
I thought of my first child.
Back then, Sebastian hadn’t even officially become the future Alpha yet.
He held me in our vacation villa and said, “Olivia, you’re my only Omega.”
Then one of his old Alpha friends tricked me into going to a party, and moonwine in a crystal glass got laced
with wolfsbane.
I thought it was an accident.
I cried in his arms and begged him to give me another baby.
Then came the second.
The third.
The fifth.
I remembered Julian sending a letter from the North, promising he’d make the finest gift for his future nephew with his own hands.
But when he came back through the storm, those same hands carried the black potion that killed my child.
“Olivia, Eloise needs a child more than you do.”
I laughed at myself while tears fell onto my pajamas.
In that werewolf world, all my love, all my loyalty, all my blood ties meant nothing to them.
Just pieces on a board.
Things they could throw away anytime.
My hand shook as I picked up the iPad by the bed.
The screen lit up.
The page was still open to the e-book I’d been reading right before I crossed over.
Laurel Crown: The Merciful Werewolf.
The comment section was still there too.
“This Olivia is way too dramatic. She can’t get pregnant and still blames everybody else.”
“Exactly. Spoiled rich girl problem. She lived better than most people ever will and still acted petty. She
deserved that ending.”
My chest tightened so hard it hurt.
That old feeling came rushing back.
The one that said the whole world had abandoned me.
I opened the book and kept scrolling.
I wanted to see what happened after I died.