Grandma couldn’t be saved? It felt like my heart was being ripped apart.

I hailed from a distant rural pack in Ireland, an orphan raised by my grandmother, Marisol, the revered healer of our clan. Though I was born an Omega, never finding my mate, Grandma always believed I could rise above my status. Through sheer determination, I managed to get into the university in the city, with Grandma’s unwavering encouragement guiding me every step of the way.

Several years ago, an accident had me save Grandma from a rogue attack during a pack hunt. Although the encounter left her blind, she never stopped believing in me. While most Alphas and their families would never spare a second glance at an Omega like me, Grandma was different. She insisted on personally supporting me, insisting I could change my destiny.

The first time I stepped onto the university campus, I was filled with excitement and trepidation. Grandma smiled warmly, holding my hand, treating me as if I were her own granddaughter: “Remember to study hard, Sadie. You’ll shine brightly one day, and Grandma believes in you.”

In college, I met Magnus, the Alpha heir of the Silverfang Pack. He came from a powerful family, his presence commanding and his aura dominant. Unlike most Alphas, who would never consider an Omega as a mate, Magnus was drawn to me. Inspired by Grandma’s encouragement, he pursued me, and our romance became a fairytale within the pack. Eventually, we walked down the aisle together, though his parents never approved of our union.

The Alpha and Luna of the Silverfang Pack always regarded me with cold disdain, believing an Omega wasn’t a suitable match for their son. But Grandma’s words warmed my heart. She often reminded me, “You’re a good girl, Sadie. With love and effort, you’ll earn everyone’s recognition someday.”

At first, our married life was filled with happiness and laughter. But when Kendall, a rogue werewolf and Magnus’s first love, returned, everything changed subtly. On my birthday, Magnus dined with Kendall while I went to the hospital alone when I fell ill. Night after night, I prepared meals that grew cold as I waited for him, my mate bond aching with neglect.

Magnus had once promised, “Kendall is just the past; our future is what matters most.” But my doubts grew stronger. Seeing their interactions on Kendall’s social media always left me hurt and disappointed. Even with Grandma’s unwavering support, I couldn’t escape the loneliness and confusion within me. Grandma’s love over the years was my solid backbone.

Thinking about this, I trembled as I opened the hospital door, where Grandma had regained consciousness. “Sadie, is it just you?” she asked softly. I knew she wanted to see Magnus, but I couldn’t reach him, so I lied: “Grandma, hold on. He’s on his way.”

Grandma smiled knowingly, choosing not to expose my lie, and gestured for me to sit beside her. She reached out to grasp my hand, her grip weak but comforting: “Sadie, I’m afraid I won’t make it. You’ve suffered these years, and I know he wronged you. I know you didn’t mention divorce because you cared about Grandma.”

Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn’t speak through my sobs. Grandma continued gently, her voice fading but firm: “Sweet girl, Grandma is leaving. Take care of yourself. If you want to divorce, go ahead. He’s Grandma’s grandson, but you’re my granddaughter, my own granddaughter. I hope you find happiness.”

She paused, her breath shallow, and then added, “Sadie, find my phone and call your father’s number.”

For years, Magnus’s parents had blocked my number, their disdain for my Omega status evident. I had been alone, accompanying Grandma on her final journey. It was clear she wanted to see her son one last time. Without delay, I took Grandma’s phone and dialed “Son,” surprised as Grandma weakly spoke into the phone: “It’s me. I had an accident. I’m in the hospital, and I may not make it. Come over. You’ve never accepted Sadie, but after I’m gone, please treat my granddaughter well for my sake.”

I heard chaos on the other end of the line, but Grandma couldn’t hold on until they arrived. Gradually, she released my hand as she passed away, her last breath leaving her body.

Amidst my heart-wrenching cries, I saw Magnus’s parents arrive at the door, their expressions unreadable but their presence heavy with the weight of their status.

We took Grandma Marisol’s body to the pack’s funeral home, a solemn place reserved for honoring the fallen and the revered. The air was thick with grief, and the scent of mourning wolves filled the space. Bradley, a Delta warrior from our pack, stood by the casket, his broad shoulders trembling as silent tears streamed down his rugged face. Edith, an Omega like me, stood beside him, her small frame shaking with sobs. Seeing them, I felt a strange calm settle over me. I had to be strong—for them, for the pack, for Grandma. I would hold this family together, even if it broke me.

At Grandma’s memorial service, I pulled out my phone and dialed Alpha Heir Magnus’s number. My fingers trembled as I pressed the screen, the weight of what I was about to say crushing my chest. “Alpha Heir Magnus,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper, “Grandma Marisol has passed. Please come back for her funeral.”

My voice cracked with grief, but his response froze the blood in my veins. “Are you done with your games?” His tone was sharp, dismissive, as if I were nothing more than a nuisance. “Don’t expect me to fall for that! If Grandma heard you talking like this, she’d be furious!”

His words cut deeper than any blade, and I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “I’m not joking, Alpha Heir Magnus. She’s really gone. The healer couldn’t save her.”

“Don’t use this to pressure me. I don’t want to hear it!” he snapped, his voice cold and final. “Kendall needs me right now. She’s lost and alone!”

Tears welled in my eyes, and my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. “Grandma was never anything but kind to you, wasn’t she? How can you be so heartless? Can’t you just let this go? I’m your mate. This is your pack; your family needs you. I need you by my side!”

I pleaded with him, desperation clawing at my throat, but my words fell on deaf ears. I heard Kendall’s startled cry in the background, followed by the cold, dismissive beep of the call ending.

I sank to the ground, clutching the phone to my chest, my entire body shaking. To my horror, I realized Alpha Magnus and Luna, his parents, were standing nearby, their presence commanding and unyielding. They had overheard everything. My face drained of color, humiliation washing over me like a tidal wave.

The Alpha and Luna exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable but heavy with disapproval. I could feel the weight of their judgment pressing down on me, a reminder of my place as an Omega in their eyes.

On the day of the funeral, I arranged the ceremony exactly as Grandma Marisol would have wanted. She had always been a pillar of our pack, a healer whose wisdom and kindness touched everyone she met. Standing before her resting place, I felt the weight of her loss settle over me like a shroud. My heart ached with a sorrow so deep it felt endless. I leaned down, my voice barely audible as I whispered to her, “Grandma, please look after yourself. I’ll follow your advice and live happily.”

Silent tears streamed down my face, soaking the bouquet of white lilies I had brought—her favorite. They reminded me of the springtime walks we used to take in the forest, her laughter echoing through the trees as she taught me the healing properties of every plant we passed. Now, those moments were gone, buried with her, and I was left to face the world alone.