My Alpha's First Love Hurt My Son

My son got injured during the competition since he had a fever,when i rushed to the hospital,he already died,i called my Alpha but failed to reach,desperately,let’s divorce!

My Alpha, Eddy Winslow, took our son Elric and his omega lover, Trista, to a hunting event.

To please Trista, Eddy made the sick Elric take part in the competition.

My son competed against competitors twice his age, so he got injured. His fever made his condition worse.

The hospital called me. When I arrived, he was already dying.

I broke down and called my Alpha dozens of times.

However, his phone couldn't be reached at all, and I couldn't even contact him through the mind link.

Just when I was preparing for my son's funeral, I decided to close all of my social media accounts to tone down all news about my husband and his omega lover’ activities. However, something caught my eye. It was a post from Trista’s account, appearing on my feed.

Trista was enjoying in a breathtaking view from the top of a tall building in the pack’s Central Metro. Eddy was there, mingling with her and other business owners.

Beneath the pictures was a caption: [It was a fun experience! I learned a lot from these awesome people!]

"Since that's the case, let Trista be buried with my son!"

1

I spent five solid days planning Elric's funeral.

Throughout those days, Eddy never once checked on me. Not that I expected him to. With his insistence that Elric was still alive the last time I met him, I wanted nothing more than to stay as far away from him as possible. So, I didn’t bother reaching out.

Just as I was about to delete all my social media accounts and tune out any news about Eddy, something caught my eye. A four-slide post from TrisGlam, Trista’s account, appeared on my feed.

Trista was enjoying in a breathtaking view from the top of a tall building in the pack’s Central Metro.

In the first slide, it was a selfie of her, sporting a stunning pearl necklace—definitely not her usual style, but it looked pretty decent on her. As I swiped through, my heart clenched when I saw Eddy in one of the pictures. He stood a little distance away from Trista, chatting with a few people near a barbecue grill.

Beneath the pictures was a caption: [It was a fun experience! I learned a lot from these awesome people!]

I heaved a sigh before deactivating my account.

Once I had my son’s ashes temporarily stored in my room at Uncle Devon’s, I headed to the Winslow manor to pack up most of my things.

Hours passed, and I heard hurried footsteps racing past my door—a clear sign that Eddy had returned to the main manor.

Ignore the noise outside, I continued packing. Just as I was about to close my suitcase, I hesitated, glancing at the blue case of documents I had prepared the day before.

However, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening behind me.

Eddy entered our bedroom, his expression as monotonous as ever. Yet, I sensed his surprise at the awkward silence that enveloped us as he stood by the door.

I closed my suitcase and pulled it down from the sofa.

At that moment, I caught a whiff of cherries—Trista’s scent—lingering on Eddy. I shifted my gaze to him, my eyes landing on a small box in his hand and the black bead and fang bracelet hanging loosely on his wrist.

At that moment, I remembered the first time Elric questioned Eddy’s bracelet. It was years ago, during a time of our family picnic in celebration to Elric’s Elementary Academy Graduation…

“Mom, since when did Dad start wearing that weird bracelet?” Elric asked with a frown, hinting his annoyance.

Eddy had just hurriedly excusing himself for some urgent matter, leaving us to picnic alone. As I watched his figure retreating into the distance, I began to pay more attention to the bracelet for the first time.

It hung loosely on his wrist, the black beads and fang glinting in the sunlight.

“Where are you going?”

A voice broke my daydream. I turned around, looking at the source of the voice.

It was Eddy, he had was already standing by the bedroom’s door.

2

"Away," I replied curtly. His face twisted with confusion and irritation.

"Are you still mad about yesterday?" Eddy scoffed. "It's just a hunt festival, Sal. Get over it."

"Yesterday?" I spat back, my voice quivering with barely controlled rage. "It's been over a week, Ed!"

If it weren’t for that hunt, Elric would’ve had more time to recover from his fever. He wouldn’t have been dehydrated. He wouldn’t have ended up in Uncle Devon’s clinic.

Most importantly, Elric would still be alive!

“Yesterday, last week, both are in the past. They’re the same. The hunt is over now so all those are in the past. Get over it,” Eddy said dismissively as he walked closer and shoved the box to my hand, barely sparing me a glance.

Unbelievable, how could he just brush it off like that?

“Here, for you.”

Eddy moved past me then, heading towards the vanity mirror and took off some of his accessories.

I stood there in silence, gripping the box. It was from Eight Jewelry, an brand. when I opened it, I immediately recognized the piece inside—

pearl necklace, this was Trista’s secondhand jewelry.

It was the same exact necklace she flaunted on her News a few days ago.

“Where is that kid? I rang his phone this afternoon but he didn’t answer.”

I heard Eddy's voice, accompanied by a clattering sound. “Is he throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t even get into the top ten in the hunting event?”

I turned to Eddy with a smile that masked my seething thoughts. Deep down, I thanked him for giving me another push towards claiming my own freedom.

Eddy chuckled. “Why are you smiling like that? Rare to see that nowadays. You like the necklace that much?”

Without a word, I closed the box and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa.

“Have you called your lawyer?” I asked, locking eyes with him. “I’m still waiting for our divorce.”

Eddy’s mood darkened. “Isn’t that necklace enough, Salvia? Stop throwing tantrums. Don’t you see our son has picked up that bad habit from you?”

At least, if you want to make it up to me, don’t give someone’s leftovers, I thought. But I kept silent, handing him a blue case of documents instead.

“Here,” I said, my voice steady. “Since I got the feeling that it might take forever to wait for you, I’ve asked for the necessary papers from the court.” I recalling the scene in the hospital when our son was about to pass away, I felt sad and firmed up my decision to divorce. “I’ve signed everything I needed to. Now, it’s your turn.”

Eddy looked stunned, his eyes darting from my face to the divorce papers and back again.

“You want to give me what I want, don’t you?” I continued, my tone steady. “Then this is what I want.”

“Alright, since you’re so eager to end this, I’ll sign!” He snatched the blue case from my hand, his voice rising with anger. “Just so you know, I’ll be the one who gets custody of the kid!” he taunted.

In the past, I would time and time again fall to his threat.

Yet, unfortunately, his current taunt only left bitterness in my stomach.

“It’s Elric, Eddy,” I said firmly. “Not ‘the kid’.” With that, I stepped back and picked up my rolling suitcase. “I’ll be waiting downstairs for those papers. Make sure you sign everything.”

“Salvia!”

Without another word, I left him standing there without giving him the chance to use his alpha influence on him. I plugged my ears with the earplug that I had prepared the day before.

Ignoring his calls for me to come back.

3

The first time I met Eddie was the beginning of disaster.

If it weren’t for the crowded public setting, I would’ve flipped the table and let him get drenched in the remaining spilled coffee on the table.

" I'm so sorry!" Eddy exclaimed, grabbing tissues from the table.

I gasped, eyes wide as I instinctively snatched up my laptop. My fingers flew over the keyboard, closing files, saving data, and finally pressing the power button until the screen went dark.

My heart pounded because my entire academic life, for one WHOLE semester, hung by a thread.

I dabbed at the laptop with tissues, trying to soak up the coffee that had seeped into every crevice. My anger surged when I tilted the device and watched coffee-black liquid drip from the ports.

I glared at the nerdy-looking Eddy, my fury boiling over. If any of my final term data was lost, I swear....

Eddy looked up, eyes wide with regret, and I could practically smell his fear. His apologies tumbled out, but they did nothing to calm my nerves.

“First, you came out of nowhere, invaded my space,” I growled, my voice rising. “then you spill MY coffee on MY laptop?” My wolf instincts flared.

In that moment, I remembered the bustling café fell silent instantly in the wake of my outburst.

I was seriously regretting my life choices that afternoon.

Eddy's face turned a shade of crimson as he clumsily took away the already spilled coffee cup at the table. Panic flashed in his eyes.

"I-I swear, I'll make it up to you! I work at a tech store just a few minutes walk from here. I can fix that, a-and I'll buy you another coffee. For the one I spilled?"

There was something about his genuine panic and his exaggerated gestures of apology that made it hard to stay mad at him. Plus, the curious eyes of the café patrons were all on us, making the scene even more embarrassing.

Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to quell the rising tide of frustration. "Fine, but if my laptop dies, so do you," I warned, meticulously dabbing at the remaining wet keys with a tissues.

Eddy's nervous laughter filled the air. "Deal. By the way, I'm Eddy. Eddy Winslow. And I promise, I'll make sure your laptop is good as new."

Long story short, he did save my laptop, but half of my final assignment data was gone.

Eddy couldn't stop apologizing, his voice a constant drone that only amplified the throbbing in my sleep-deprived head. With only two days left to redo my work, I was a bundle of anxiety and frustration. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Eddy, just leave me be. No grudges, I just can't handle your whining right now. I need all the energy I have left to finish my finals."

But Eddy, being Eddy, refused to leave. He was determined to make things right, and his persistence paid off. Together, we managed to reconstruct my assignment just in time.

When it was all over, I thanked him. He simply shrugged and said he was just owning up to his mistake. For some reason, I expected we'd cross paths frequently after that day. But Eddy disappeared—no more sightings at the café, the tech shop, campus…

No nowhere.

I wasn't sad, just curious about where he had vanished to.

Our meeting was anything but a fairytale. The way he fumbled and apologized, his awkwardness blending with my own irritation—it was almost laughable.

Yet, beneath that mess, I couldn’t deny that something inexplicable began to stir.

4

It was the rainy season of Septus.

My Uncle Devon called my phone. Delivering devastating news that my parents were surrounded by thieves on the Moonstone Highway.

The following days were a blur. My uncle was always by my side, handling all the funeral arrangements. I vaguely remembered the presence of extended family, some of my uncle’s relatives, and a few college friends.

The details were hazy, except for the tears that seemed to permanently stain my cheeks. One by one, the guests left the funeral site after the urns were buried back in Duskhowl, my hometown.

To my surprise, someone besides my uncle and my parents’ immediate neighbor stayed. It was Eddy, the same nerdy guy who had wiped out my assignment data four semesters ago. He had traveled all the way from Central Metro to Duskhowl just to attend the funeral.

"Sal…" He approached me, dressed in a neat suit, the typical funeral attire.

Despite still carrying that nerdy vibe, his overall appearance and neatly done hair made him look pleasantly refreshed compared to before.

“I’m sorry for your loss parents ,” he said sincerely. I could see he was on the verge of tears, which was heartwarming despite the oddness of the situation.

I stood up and asked, “Why are you here? How?” I was so confused that I skipped over his heartfelt condolences.

“I’ve been looking for you. I-I was about to come to the graduation. I had a huge project the entire month and--”

The man took a deep breath. “I had planned to meet you at your graduation. I know it might sound a bit stalker-ish, but since we were mutuals on social media, I kind of kept tabs on your schedule. A-and—”

I stared at him, trying to piece together the jigsaw of his words.

“I’m really sorry I’ve been MIA for months,” Eddy continued. “My company had this massive project, and I was working to secure a major partnership with SigmaTech—y'know, the biggest tech firm on the continent—”

He cleared his throat, stopping himself from rambling. “A-anyway…”

He fumbled with his suit pocket, finally producing a velvet box that wobbled precariously in his grasp.

“I intended to propose to you once the long term deal was finalized,” he said, his voice wavering. “And it just so happens that the deal went through this evening, but—” He hesitated, as if the box was too heavy for him to hold. “I-I know this is terrible timing. But, Salvia, I want to marry you. I really do. I’ll cherish you for the rest of my life.”

...

Later,after a few more months of getting to know each other better, we decided to get married.

Despite his increasingly busy schedule, Eddy always made time for me and Elric, our alpha son, who soon became the center of our world.

I’ll never forget the moment Eddy first held Elric.

Tears streamed down his face as he realized he had become a father. He swore to give his utmost to support our son, and he did.

He truly did.

Eddy stepped up in every way possible, becoming everything we needed and more.

Right.

Eddy was a loving guy. That was the exact reason why I agreed to marry him. His caring nature made me believe in a future with him.

When we received the devastating news that Elric had a rare disease, where his wolf spirit was developing too fast for his body to handle, Eddy was relentless in his efforts. He poured his time and energy into finding the best doctors in the world, refusing to give up.

He attended many of Elric’s therapy and psychology consultation sessions, often leaving important company meetings in the capable hands of Gareth, his private butler secretary.

So why?

"That kid is fine. He’s just pretending to be sick."

"Stop throwing tantrums. Don’t you see our son has picked up that bad habit from you?"

"I’ve told you. A pampered kid like him wouldn't even stand a chance against the top ten."

Eddy’s harsh words echoed in my mind. Each one of them carried venom that made me wonder...

Why did Eddy turn... hateful towards Elric?

Since when?

I had long concluded that Eddy was so deeply smitten with Trista that I blamed all his harsh behavior on her influence.

But now that I think about it...

Had he really changed so much because of Trista?

Just then,a blue case landed on the sofa beside me, jolting me awake from my thoughts.

Eddy stood there, his face set in a grumpy scowl. “Here are your documents,” he muttered, after throwing the plastic case of divorce papers onto the seat.

I picked up the case and opened it, quickly scanning to ensure he had signed everything.

“Happy now?” Eddy’s foot tapped impatiently as he watched me.

I ignored him, focusing on the papers.

He clicked his tongue in irritation. “This better be enough, or—”

I snapped the case shut with a loud thud.

“This is enough.” Rising to my feet, I grabbed the document case with one hand and the handle of my suitcase with the other.

“Thank you for being so cooperative, Eddy,” I said, my voice sincere for the first time in a long while.

With that, I left the manor for good.

5

I spent the first few days meeting the four elders of my home village. I asked them for their kindness to persuade the neighborhood from making big news of my return with my son’s death.

I told them that Elric died in an unfortunate accident during the hunting festival. And it was so heartbreaking for me that I wanted his burial to be quiet without the fuss of the media.

The elders were welcoming and they were ready to do their utmost to help me. They also mentioned that they would prepare Elric’s burial site right next to the tomb of my parents.

I was so grateful to them and returned to my parents house for rest.

Ridley insisted to stay around and help. She said that my uncle technically hired her until the entire funeral procession was over, by that, included the burial of Elric’s ashes.

I smiled, and just let her be.

As I rested for three days in the village, waiting for the neighborhood to prepare for Elric’s burial site, it was proven that I needed her assistance more than ever. My coughs got worse when my fever raised up.

On the fourth day, after I finished warping my son’s urn with white cloth, I took it from my desk and was ready to bury him. However, somebody suddenly slammed the entrance door.

I stepped outside to check, turned out, it was Eddy who came with Trista tagging alongside him.

The man soon moved closer to me. "Where's our son?" He shouted to my face.

I clutched onto Elric’s urn. "In the heaven. You sure took your time looking for him now."

Before I could react, he had slapped me hard. I tried to keep the urn from falling and instead dropped onto the floor with it.

"Stop playing games with me, Sal. I’ve been calling him non-stop. He’s not in the academy. Not in the hospital. Where is he? Where are you hiding him?"

“Ms. Heartwell!” Ridley came rushing from the front door and helped me to get up. She then snapped into Elric, shielding me behind her. She said with caution, “Sir, I’m sure we can talk this out--”

“Who the hell are you?” Eddy cut her off.

“A chauffeur hired by Doctor Heartwell, Sir,” Ridley replied.

I tapped onto Ridley’s shoulder, signaling her to stay silent. And immediately asked Eddy. “I’m not hiding our son, Eddy. What are you trying to say?” I asked with pressed down confusion.

"That kid had turned to be the worst! He went to Trista’s place and stole her dresses!" Eddy shouted to the top of his lungs. The way his eyes shifted golden was a sign of his fury. “My son had turned into some thief. I need to teach him a real lesson he’d never forget!”

“Elric is dead, Eddy!” I emphasized every word with sorrow.

“Because of some game the two of you played!” I pointed at Elric and Trista one after another.

“Don’t lie to me! Where is my son?!” Eddy marched forward but Ridley interfered.

It turned into an immediate chaos with all the shouting and pushing but eventually, Ridley managed to stop Eddy and pushed him away.

“Sir, please! Don’t hurt Ms. Heartwell she had just recovered from her fever!” Ridley said.

“Don’t butt into my business!” He took Ridley by the collar.

“Eddy!” I shouted at him. It was all I could mutter—Since when did he become like this?

“I’m afraid I can’t, sir. I am hired to ensure Ms. Heartwell’s safety until the end of her son’s funeral.”

“My son is not dead!” Eddy shouted and threw Ridley to the side.

“Ridley!” I approached the woman and helped her to get up.

“It’s okay! I’m fine! I’m fine!” Ridley gently pushed my hands away as she stood up on her own.

Clicking his tongue, Eddy took out his phone.

“Fine, I’ll show you.” He turned his phone screen to us and played a video.

In the video, there was a boy wearing the uniform of Elric’s alma matter sneaking into, what I assumed as Trista’s house, through the window.

“Look at this!” Eddy played it in fast forward. The boy soon got out of the window and ran away like he had taken something in his hand.

Indeed, that boy was thin for someone his age, like Elric. He had the same height too. But the face wasn’t clearly captured in the video there was no way it was Elric.

Once the video ended, Trista looked at me with disgust. "When I got home yesterday, I found my closet was in a mess. Some of my dresses were missing. Thank the Goddess I placed a surveillance cam around my house. I found this in the recordings!”

Trista continued with a mocking tone. “Salvia, Hand him over and stop overlooking his deeds—"

Something snapped from within me. My wolf form went on an override, I moved forward following my swift instinct and clawed Trista across her face. Soon, the scent of iron permeated the air.

“Ahh!” Trista moved backwards, her hands over her face. I saw blood dripping down her face.

"Stop talking nonsense!"I roared with endless sadness.

Eddy was in panic, he tried to check on Trista. “Salvia! How dare you! Is this how far you want to overlook that kid’s wrongdoings?!”

“No! How dare you, Ed?!” I growled.

“I have shown you the proof. He’s in the video!” He rebutted.

“And that video is a blur, Ed!” Tears fell down my eyes as my fury peaked up. “Elric is your own flesh and son! Do you belief he’d do something like this?!”

My heart was breaking even more. It was clear Eddy chose to belief Trista over his own son. He believed that Elric was a thief.

For a few second, he stopped in his tracks. His expression faltered as if processing what I just said.

However, Trista piped up in between her gritting teeth, "You need to stop denying reality, Salvia. I wish it wasn't your son. I even met him outside the cafe on my way home after work.”

“I wouldn’t forget how he eyed me from top to bottom. I can’t believe an innocent boy like him had turned into some creepy teenager."

Eddy moved forward to shield Trista again behind his back. This time he turned stern.

“Stop hiding our son, Salvia. It’s better to teach him a lesson now than later. As a father, I won’t forgive myself for raising such a thief son."

“Enough!” I felt me boiling, and it seemed to get caught onto me. “Cough! Cough! Cough!”

“Ms. Heartwell!” Ridley kept me from falling.

Trista was lying. My son had been dead for over a week. There was no way she had seen him yesterday.

Yet, in all this, it wasn’t Trista’s lies that cut the deepest.

It was fine if Eddy refused to believe Elric was gone, but what gutted me was how he had turned against our son in death.

“You need to stop hiding Elric this instant,” Eddy continued. he then pointed at my direction, at the urn I was holding. “And what’s that cloth you’re holding?”

“It must be some stolen dresses!” Trista’s accusation was sharp, her voice rising in intensity.

I managed a bitter smile, the dreariness of my situation washing over me.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded from behind me,“Alpha...Elric passed away days ago,that’s Sir Elric’s urn. Ms. Heartwell is preparing to lay him to rest today...”