When My Mate Chose Her Over Me
Chapter 3
We took Grandma Marisol’s body to the pack’s funeral home, a solemn place reserved for honoring the fallen and the revered. The air was thick with grief, and the scent of mourning wolves filled the space. Bradley, a Delta warrior from our pack, stood by the casket, his broad shoulders trembling as silent tears streamed down his rugged face. Edith, an Omega like me, stood beside him, her small frame shaking with sobs. Seeing them, I felt a strange calm settle over me. I had to be strong—for them, for the pack, for Grandma. I would hold this family together, even if it broke me.
At Grandma’s memorial service, I pulled out my phone and dialed Alpha Heir Magnus’s number. My fingers trembled as I pressed the screen, the weight of what I was about to say crushing my chest. “Alpha Heir Magnus,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper, “Grandma Marisol has passed. Please come back for her funeral.”
My voice cracked with grief, but his response froze the blood in my veins. “Are you done with your games?” His tone was sharp, dismissive, as if I were nothing more than a nuisance. “Don’t expect me to fall for that! If Grandma heard you talking like this, she’d be furious!”
His words cut deeper than any blade, and I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “I’m not joking, Alpha Heir Magnus. She’s really gone. The healer couldn’t save her.”
“Don’t use this to pressure me. I don’t want to hear it!” he snapped, his voice cold and final. “Kendall needs me right now. She’s lost and alone!”
Tears welled in my eyes, and my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. “Grandma was never anything but kind to you, wasn’t she? How can you be so heartless? Can’t you just let this go? I’m your mate. This is your pack; your family needs you. I need you by my side!”
I pleaded with him, desperation clawing at my throat, but my words fell on deaf ears. I heard Kendall’s startled cry in the background, followed by the cold, dismissive beep of the call ending.
I sank to the ground, clutching the phone to my chest, my entire body shaking. To my horror, I realized Alpha Magnus and Luna, his parents, were standing nearby, their presence commanding and unyielding. They had overheard everything. My face drained of color, humiliation washing over me like a tidal wave.
The Alpha and Luna exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable but heavy with disapproval. I could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on me, a reminder of my place as an Omega in their eyes.
On the day of the funeral, I arranged the ceremony exactly as Grandma Marisol would have wanted. She had always been a pillar of our pack, a healer whose wisdom and kindness touched everyone she met. Standing before her resting place, I felt the weight of her loss settle over me like a shroud. My heart ached with a sorrow so deep it felt endless. I leaned down, my voice barely audible as I whispered to her, “Grandma, please look after yourself. I’ll follow your advice and live happily.”
Silent tears streamed down my face, soaking the bouquet of white lilies I had brought—her favorite. They reminded me of the springtime walks we used to take in the forest, her laughter echoing through the trees as she taught me the healing properties of every plant we passed. Now, those moments were gone, buried with her, and I was left to face the world alone.
