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Alpha Miller's POV

The long drive back to Pembroke was awful.

Lonely and depressing,

My wolf hated me for rejecting Isla; she was so beautiful, and I treated her like trash. She did not deserve that at all.

And now she had been blessed with a second chance mate, none other than the Lycan King Max. I could see just how besotted he was with her; it was horrible for me to witness that.

I had hoped that Isla would give me another chance, but the second she saw him, I knew that was out of the window. I knew that losing her mother would have been horrendous for Isla. She hid her emotions exceptionally well. But seeing that made me feel just a snippet of how she must have felt all that time when seeing me with Mora. I knew it hurt her badly, and now she was stronger, more confident and everything that I had never believed she could or would be.

Mora was such a whiny pain in the ass nowadays. Of course, I did care for her, and she was carrying my first-born pup, the heir t