My name is Ava Williams, I'm 25 years old, and I am the only daughter of Arthur and Mary Williams. I became a wolf at the age of 17 and met my destined mate at 21.
Mario Smith, that was his name, a simple, kind, sincere man, but whom I didn't know how to appreciate at the time. When I met him, I was immature, proud of my status, vain, and classist. I was part of a world of luxury and appearances, and discovering that my mate was someone who didn't share my status and wealth disappointed me. And that's how I started avoiding him. Every time he came to see me, I always humiliated him. When he gave me roses or something simple, I behaved terribly towards him.
My family comes from an ancient lineage; for many generations, my family has ruled the Storm Pack. My father is the Alpha, and my mother is his Luna, and I, as their daughter, always thought that the Goddess would bless me with an Alpha mate. And when that wasn't the case, as I said, I just ignored him. I later discovered that my pride and that stupid thought were only going to make me suffer.
Months after meeting him, one day he came very excited, saying that he had a surprise for me. I felt a little bad about how I had been treating him, so that day I gave him the keys to my car and told him to take me wherever he wanted. I remember he was excited, he had a huge smile, and I was just annoyed, until out of nowhere, a car hit us. Everything happened so fast, I only remember someone pulling hard on my body. For a moment, I saw his face with tears and heard his voice saying that everything would be alright.
Two days later, I woke up in the pack hospital. My parents were in the room; they looked terrible, as if they hadn't slept well. Their faces were tired and haggard. When I asked them what had happened, they just looked at each other and told me that I had been in an accident. And when I was about to ask about Mario, the door suddenly opened and an older woman dressed in black entered. She stared at me with hatred.
The woman began to say that everything was my fault, that I had taken him from her, that I was a curse. I didn't understand anything; I was confused. I had received a severe blow to the head, and I had just woken up. It wasn't until she said that her son had died because of me that I understood. I looked at my parents, their eyes filled with tears, pleading with them to tell me it wasn't true, but they just lowered their heads.
When the lady left, and I was able to process what had happened, I took my father's hands and begged him to tell me exactly what had happened.
He told me that when the car hit us, it simply sped away. I was knocked unconscious from the impact, but Mario wasn't. He pulled me out of the car and away before it exploded. And when help arrived, he made sure I was attended to first, but by the time we got to the hospital, he simply collapsed.
Apparently, he was seriously injured, and it didn't matter to him. By the time the doctors attended to him, it was too late. They couldn't do anything for him. That day, I cried like I had never cried before, and there was no point in regretting it because he was no longer here to ask for forgiveness.
It's been four years since that day, and I still blame myself for many things, especially for his death and how I behaved with him. I know I can't fix anything anymore, and the only thing I can do for him is to change and honor his memory. These years, I have focused on the pack, helping my father and our people. I left behind the life of luxury and frivolities I led.
Now I see the world in a different way. I have taken charge of improving the pack hospital, which, although we don't need it as much since we heal quickly, we have still managed to save some lives, especially in difficult births. We have also improved the school, purchased materials and modernized it a lot, including tablets for children, projectors, laboratories, and more.
All the work and improvements for the pack have given me great satisfaction, and I feel like I have a purpose. It was hard to overcome the depression I went through, and the guilt is still there, and I don't know if I can ever overcome it.
These years I have learned a lot, and I feel like I have changed. I have matured, but the loneliness I feel is always there, it doesn't go away. Sometimes at night, I dream of him, and he tells me that it's not my fault, that it was his destiny and that mine will change soon. I don't understand it, but I know it's just a dream.
I'm getting home very tired because today I went to the hospital to deliver supplies and stayed to help and check on some things, but as I'm crossing the living room, I stop dead in my tracks when I hear voices in Dad's office mentioning my name.
Arthur: What do you want Ava to do?
Elder: I want you to think about it and discuss it with her.
Arthur: Goddess, have you gone mad? How can I go and drop such a bomb on my daughter after everything she's been through?
Mary: Is he serious?
Elder: Yes, and this may be her only chance. Think about it, she lost her mate, do you want her to be alone all her life? This way at least she will have a child to hold on to when you are gone. And besides, you need an heir, and so does he.
Arthur: I know, but I can't put that burden on my daughter's shoulders. You know what it means for her to have his child.
Elder: She needs to make a decision. Both he and your daughter need this, and you know it. What will happen in the future with your title and your lands, with your pack? Are you willing to let your legacy and that of your ancestors, your lineage, end with her?
Arthur: I understand you, but understand me, old man. I can't just go and tell my daughter, "You need to have an heir, and since your mate died, you're going to mate with the Lycan King so you can continue our lineage and his, so you're going to give birth to the future King."
After hearing that, I was paralyzed. Goddess, what the hell was going on? What did my grandfather want me to do?
When I could react, I ran out as fast as I could. I let my wolf out and ran. I don't know for how long, but long enough to almost faint. I needed to think rationally. My grandfather is right, but I can't help but feel my heart ache. How can I go on with my life?
After many hours of thinking and crying until my soul couldn't take it anymore, I made a decision. I don't know if it's my salvation or my doom, but I owe it to my parents, my family. My mistakes and my sins will haunt me for the rest of my life, but I can't keep crying; that's not the solution.
Arthur: Honey, where were you? We were very worried about you, we were looking for you, are you okay?
Ava: Dad, I accept.
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