Abandoned by My Alpha, He Begged for My ReturnChapter 1
Izara's POV
“Mommy, is Daddy coming?”
Kallias’s soft voice plays on repeat in my mind, each word cutting into me like a blade. I can still see his pale face, those wide, hopeful eyes that clung to every promise his father never kept. He was curled up on the couch, hugging his favorite dolphin plushie like it could keep the world together.
I choke back a sob, my throat tightening as the memory guts me. Mavros promised—he swore—he’d be there. Said we’d spend the Moon Goddess Festival as a family. But, like every other promise he made, it was just a lie wrapped in silence.
I called him that night, desperate, begging, praying he’d answer. Every ring that went unanswered was like a knife twisting deeper. His men claimed they didn’t know where he was. My wolf howled, my chest burned, but it didn’t matter. Silence. Always silent.
And Kallias…he waited. He waited until his tiny body couldn’t hold on anymore. He died clutching that stupid dolphin plushie, still hoping his father would walk through the door. Mavros never came.
Now, here I am, kneeling at my son’s grave with that same plushie clutched against my chest, like it’s the last piece of him I have. Tears stream down my face as I whisper, “I’ll keep my promise to you, baby. I swear.” My voice cracks, barely audible over the weight of my grief.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, snapping me out of my spiral. It’s Monica Severinus—my best friend and Evander’s sister. She’s sent me a picture.
And there he is. Alpha Mavros Avalon. My mate. Kallias’s father. The man who couldn’t be bothered to show up for his dying son. He’s at the festival. With her.
Vivian. My sister.
He chose her. Again.
The photo burns into my mind, igniting something in me that burns hotter than grief—fury. My hands tremble as I shove my phone back into my pocket. Without thinking, I storm upstairs, grabbing clothes and shoving them into a suitcase. The faint scent of him still lingers in the room, mocking me.
This house, this life—it’s all a lie. I yank open drawers, throwing anything and everything into the suitcase. My hands don’t stop until it’s full, and then I drag it down the stairs.
I freeze at the sound of laughter. Their laughter.
There he is, standing in the doorway. Mavros. And Vivian is clinging to his arm like she’s already won. Her smile is smug, radiant in that way only betrayal can be.