While My Daughter Died, Her Alpha Father was with HerChapter 1
My daughter Lyra’s last wish was simple: to see the Sacred Moon Lake.
I begged Kelvin—who I once thought I loved, Alpha of the Silver Fang Pack—to grant her that. Lyra was getting weaker by the day, her bright spirit fading like a candle in a storm. After days of pleading, he finally agreed.
“Fine. Tomorrow night. But don’t expect me to drop everything every time she has a whim!”
It was a reluctant promise, but I clung to it. That night, I stayed with Lyra. Her eyes sparkled as she imagined the lake under the moonlight, her weak body seeming stronger just at the thought.
“I can’t wait, Mom,” she whispered, holding my hand. “Do you think the moonlight will be bright enough to feel?”
I forced a smile, pushing back tears. “Yes, Lyra. I think it will.”
But the night before we were supposed to leave, Kelvin disappeared. He didn’t answer his phone, and there was no sign of him. Slowly, I realized he wasn’t coming.
“Mom?” Lyra’s voice was barely a whisper. She looked at me, her face pale but still hopeful. “Is Dad coming?”
I forced a smile. Hiding my tears. “He’ll join us later, honey. For now, it’s just you and me.”
We never reached the lake. I tried carrying her so she could at least see the moon’s reflection on the water, but her breathing got weaker, and she slipped away under the stars.
I handled the funeral alone, just like I’d done everything else for years. Back at our quiet, empty house, I sat on the floor of her room, surrounded by her things, and let the emptiness sink in.
And then, my phone buzzed with a message from my sister, Patricia that night. She’d sent a picture of her and Kelvin on a mountain trail, with a caption: “Thanks for the best weekend ever, Kelvin. You always know how to make me feel special!”
I stared at the screen, my chest tight. Waiting for the shock to turn into something—anger? Pain? But there was nothing. Just a numb acceptance. Why was I even surprised?
Packing up my things, I worked in silence, my movements steady, even as my heart felt like it was tearing itself apart.
It was almost midnight when I dragged my suitcase downstairs, planning to leave without a word. But there he was, like fate couldn’t let me go that easily.
Kelvin walked in, supporting Patricia, her arm in a sling, her face bruised with faint scratches.