The Beta’s Regret

"No, no, no!" I screamed and woke up with a start.

I sat up, my breaths heavy as my chest rose and fell, unsteadily. Tears slipped from my eyes as despair crept deeper into me. I grabbed my chest as if to ease the pain I felt, but it was of no use.

What kind of ease could I possibly feel when I just watched my mate get killed?

It couldn't have been real. Could it?

I immediately remembered the words Beauty said to me while in the other realm. She warned that while Eros was most dangerous in his evil Beast form, he was also most vulnerable, and could be killed easily.

I prayed desperately that it wasn't true as I swiped my hand over my face and cleaned the tears on it. A shiver rocked me as I became aware of my environment.

I looked down at my legs and noticed the duvet that covered me on the bed. Sweat trickled down my neck from the heat in the room, and from the fear growing in my heart.

What I just experienced looked too real. But Eros couldn't be dead. I would know, right?

The Arena, the Rogues. Pison, is all a bad dream. It had to be.

I winced as a slight pain stung my head, and I softly placed my palm on it. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice was croaky.

I looked around the room. It was empty.

Panic gripped me.

My baby.

Beauty holding my baby boy in her arms. My little miracle. I needed to see him. Where was

pulled the bedcovers away from me and hurried out of the

growls. There was also clashing of swords. My fear grew. Was there a

I ran out.

the bright sunlight. I squinted as I saw a

clearing, two young werewolves circled each other, their gaze fixed. It was as if one was waiting for the other to make a move. For a long moment, each one predicted the other's steps. With a loud cry, one

looked away; it was then I noticed the state some of the people

about ten youths who were injured. One of them' arms was

widened in

came out from; it was a tent, but mine wasn't the only one there. I stepped back and scanned

was something like a refugee camp, somewhere people who'd escaped from a war in a dangerous place ran

to see that they had noticed me. As soon as I faced them,

who had been at each other's throats stopped, and the sound of clashing

step forward,

great sense of respect from the people, but refused to

ton

my pace. Few distance from the crowd, I saw two women seated

swaddled in thick clothes in her arms, while another leaned

jerked within me, wagging her tail. "Our