Abandoned by My Alpha, He Begged for My Return — Novel

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In a world where bonds are sacred and love is twisted, Izara is left to pick up the pieces after her alpha mate, Mavros, shatters her heart with betrayal. Abandoned by the man who promised to protect her and their son, she confronts the bitter truth of a life filled with lies. As the Moon Goddess Festival approaches, memories of a happier time collide with the crushing weight of her grief and anger. Kallias, her innocent son, deserved a father who cared, yet Mavros has chosen another—Vivian, Izara’s own sister.

When Izara makes the decision to leave for good, she doesn’t just walk away from a broken promise; she steps into the unknown, fueled by rage and desperation. But can she truly escape the hold of a man who has haunted her dreams and nightmares? With every confrontation, the stakes rise, and the tension between them becomes a battleground of emotions. As the festival looms and secrets unravel, will Izara find the strength to reclaim her freedom, or will Mavros’s dark allure draw her back into a life she fought so hard to escape?

Abandoned by My Alpha, He Begged for My ReturnChapter 1

Izara's POV

“Mommy, is Daddy coming?”

Kallias’s soft voice plays on repeat in my mind, each word cutting into me like a blade. I can still see his pale face, those wide, hopeful eyes that clung to every promise his father never kept. He was curled up on the couch, hugging his favorite dolphin plushie like it could keep the world together.

I choke back a sob, my throat tightening as the memory guts me. Mavros promised—he swore—he’d be there. Said we’d spend the Moon Goddess Festival as a family. But, like every other promise he made, it was just a lie wrapped in silence.

I called him that night, desperate, begging, praying he’d answer. Every ring that went unanswered was like a knife twisting deeper. His men claimed they didn’t know where he was. My wolf howled, my chest burned, but it didn’t matter. Silence. Always silent.

And Kallias…he waited. He waited until his tiny body couldn’t hold on anymore. He died clutching that stupid dolphin plushie, still hoping his father would walk through the door. Mavros never came.