Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 54

In the confines of my room, I find myself engulfed in a storm of tears. Tears cascade down my face while mournful sobs escape my trembling lips. The devastating news of Becca's murder at the hands of Kaiden weighs heavily on my heart. The pain of this truth is an agonizing burden to bear.

The unbearable weight of grief has consumed me. I can't believe it. It's excruciating... Becca is dead!

As my tears flow ceaselessly, memories of our cherished childhood flood my mind like rays of sunlight through a hazy fog. I am transported back to the innocence of our childhood, when we were carefree 10-year-olds, frolicking together in the sun-drenched fields, laughter resonating in the air. I can vividly recall the laughter and joy we shared as carefree 10-year-olds, chasing butterflies in the meadows, our innocent spirits intertwined. Those moments of pure joy remain etched in my soul.

As we grew older, our connection deepened. At the age of 13, we would steal secret moments, whispering confidences and exchanging gossip under the veil of our shared trust. In those stolen conversations, we discovered the power of friendship, offering each other solace and laughter amidst the awkwardness of our teenage years. And also, we navigated the rollercoaster of meeting our wolf together, I was there when she met her wolf, and I was so happy for her even though I'm wolfless. I was genuinely glad for Becca, despite what Jake thought about the incident, I was with Becca, and I proved her innocence.

Now, as tears cascade down my cheeks, the weight of loss threatens to consume me. The tears that stream down my face are the embodiment of the pain that grips my soul. The weight of losing her is crushing. I can only think of how I could have worked harder for her to try to get into a pack. I should have been a better friend. I was so enthralled by the stories she told of her travels that I stopped urging her to stop being a rogue. I know that every time I brought up the subject, she got very angry, and we almost always ended up fighting, but I feel that I could have done more for her. I could have made her change her mind, I could have saved her life.

It hurts deep in my soul to know that Kaiden did this to her. There are so many rogues for him to kill; did he have to kill Becca? She was so far away from here. She told me she was in far away territory the last time she texted me. How did he find her so far from here? I can't believe he was the one responsible for her untimely end.

She had promised to take me somewhere amazing and unique on her next trip. If I had known this would happen, I would have tied her up and taken her to my pack, or I would have gone with her on her next trip. I would have done anything not to see her dead.

She had already suffered so much, she lost her entire family in a brutal attack, and then she died so soon that she didn't even have time to enjoy the life she always dreamed of. She didn't even enjoy the ambitions and freedom she told me so much about. She didn't just want it, she craved it.

I'll never know now what that trip she said would be like, thanks to Kaiden, I'll never see Becca again.

When I saw her lifeless body lying among several other dead bodies, I couldn't think of anything else. I was in shock, when Jake saw her body, he understood why I was in that state.

I begged him to bring me back to our house, and so he did, I didn't speak to anyone after seeing her body, I just ran to the car, and Jake followed me. I saw some warriors, Chad, Jason, and Kaiden, wanting to know what was going on, in the corner of my eye, I saw Jake shaking his head at them, and they stopped coming after us.

I cried the whole way from the Crescent Moon to the Diamon Claw, I didn't see the scenery around me as everything was blurred with my tears.

This was a stark contrast because going there, I was so excited, I wanted to see Kaiden as soon as possible, and now I just want to get away from him. My feeling for him hasn't changed, but I can't look at him and accept that he killed Becca.

He killed Becca... Becca is dead... The penny is taking a while to sink in.

As I mourn, the echoes of my cries reverberate through the silence, an anguished lament for the friendship severed too soon.

I left in such a hurry I didn't even tell Chad, I didn't even have time to break up with him. Looking back, I think I did the right thing. I'm glad I didn't break up with him, it would make it even harder to deal with everything at the same time.

My cell phone kept vibrating with messages from him, from Jason, from some people from the pack wanting to know where I was. I just ignored everything and turned off the phone.

Jake didn't even bother knocking on my bedroom door, he just opened it gently and sat on the edge of my bed, he wiped a tear from my face, and we were silent for a short moment.

"I'm sorry, Katie... I didn't like Becca, but I know you were close," he says softly.

I don't answer. I have nothing to say.

"Unfortunately, we need to attend the party. It's going to be weird if you don't show up. Everyone is already there," he says, and I feel how sorry he is for telling me this in the tone of his voice.

I know that I still have a job to do, I need to be present at the party that I prepared for the warriors and for Kaiden.

What a cruel fate! *I prepared a feast to celebrate Becca's death*.

It hurts to remember that. But I have to swallow this feeling.

"Let's stay a little while, you say hello to some people, and as soon as I can, I'll bring you back home, okay?" He promises me.

I sniff my nose and nod.

"I'll be waiting for you in the living room. Wash your face, and change your clothes because it's raining outside," he says as he gets up and leaves the room.

I got up, wiping the tears to do what he told me.

Amidst the heartache and the haunting question of "what if," I hold onto the friendship I shared with Becca. The pain is raw and overwhelming, but I refuse to let it extinguish the beautiful memories we crafted, I hold tightly to the memories we shared, preserving them like fragile treasures within the depths of my being.