The Alpha Didn’t Repent Until I Was Gone Chapter 09
My fingers on the screen had gone numb.
Was this karma?
Maybe.
But Vera wasn’t coming back.
And neither were my five unborn babies.
The book kept going.
Eloise’s screams faded into the distance.
Then new footsteps came in.
Her mother.
Eleanor, Luna of the Whitewater Pack.
She walked into the wrecked room wearing a moon-white Luna gown, surrounded by attendants.
Her eyes swept over Julian first with disgust.
Then she looked at Sebastian.
“Are you done?”
Her voice was icy.
“For one dead woman, you threw the whole castle into chaos.”
Sebastian turned toward her, stiff as stone.
“Eloise’s child is gone.”
His voice barely sounded human.
“And those five children are gone too.”
Eleanor just snorted and turned the silver laurel ring on her finger.
“Then they’re gone.”
“You already proved you can father children.”
“I’ll arrange other Omega women for you.”
“As long as you stay Alpha and keep the alliance with us.”
That made Sebastian laugh.
Broken, bitter, and empty.
“I listened to you.”
“I killed my own five children with my own hands.”
“I watched Olivia wither away for seven years.”
Then he ripped the Alpha emblem off his waist and threw it at her feet.
“I don’t deserve to be Alpha.”
Eleanor was furious.
“You’ve lost your mind. You’d throw away your position for one woman? You’ll regret this.”
“Regret?” Sebastian laughed again. “Yeah. I regret it.”
“I regret listening to you.”
“I regret letting power blind me.”
Then he shoved past everyone and staggered toward the room that used to be mine.
Everything inside was still the same.
He stood at my vanity and reached out like he wanted to touch something.
In the end, his hand dropped.
“Olivia, you must hate me.”
“Those five children… it wasn’t that I didn’t want them…”
His voice broke.
“I was scared. Scared that if you gave birth first, the pack would lose an ally.”
“I let you lose child after child because I thought once Eloise had the first baby, we’d still have more.”
“I planned for everything. The one thing I didn’t plan for was you giving up on me.”
Then he dropped to his knees and buried his face in the couch.
His shoulders shook.
He cried.
And I looked at the screen with no expression at all.
How pathetic.
A love that made me lose my babies again and again, that made me watch them die in blood, was a love I’d rather never have had.