The Alpha's Regret: The White Wolf He Rejected

My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure.

Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand.

"Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match."

I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery.

I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for.

But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face.

"Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack."

He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf.

He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body.

I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney.

I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic.

But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror.

"She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!"

Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade.

Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life.

He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar.

"Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest.

But I was already gone.

Chapter 1

Jana POV:

The smell hit me before the door even opened.

It was the scent of pine forests drenched in heavy rain, a smell that used to make my inner wolf curl up in delight. Now, it only brought 'a cold, paralyzing dread.'

The heavy oak door of the isolation ward slammed open. Axel Donaldson stood there. He was the Supreme Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a man whose shoulders were broad enough to carry the weight of our entire territory. His eyes, usually the color of a stormy sea, were glowing with a faint, predatory red light.

He was angry.

"Sign the papers, Jana," he said. His voice was low, vibrating deep in his chest.

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed. My hands were shaking. I tried to hide them under the thin white sheet. The air in the room felt heavy, charged with his dominance.

"Axel, I can't," I whispered. My throat felt like I had swallowed broken glass. "You don't understand. My body... it can't take it."

He took two steps forward. The space between us vanished. He