Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate

ELODIE’S POV~

The kite stall was a riot of colors.

Dragons. Butterflies. Eagles with wingspans wider than my arms. Cartoon characters I vaguely recognized from shows Liora used to watch. Back when she still let me sit with her. Back when Saturday mornings meant pancakes and cartoons and a little girl curled against my side.

I ran my fingers over a simple red kite, trying to decide if I was really about to do this.

Buy a kite. Fly it alone. In a park full of families.

God. How pathetic could one person get?

But the alternative was me leaving. Going back to the empty apartment. Sitting in silence while my mind replayed every moment from the equestrian club, about Liora’s arms around Sienna’s leg, Dante’s soft expression, the three of them riding off together like I’d never existed.

At least here, there was noise here. Some distraction.

I was reaching for the red kite when something small and warm wrapped around my finger.

It was a tiny, soft hand actually, tugging gently.

"Auntie."

I looked down.