My Father’s Regret After He Abandoned Mother and Me for Family Vacation with His Mistress

I was born into a regular family in the Moonridge Pack with no status, but through years of training, I fought my way up to become our pack's Gamma.

My father was just an Omega and he worked as an ordinary salesman who always claimed he was too busy for family. When he finally took a vacation, I spent $100,000 of my own money to plan a luxury cruise for us all.

Then his mistress Sarah and her daughter Emily heard about our trip and suddenly wanted to join.

Without even discussing it, my father gave them our luxury suite and relegated Mom and me to the cramped staff quarters below deck.

Even my grandmother, a respected elder, supported his decision. My fourteen-year-old brother took their side too, charmed by their fake sweetness.

So I changed our plans. I took Mom on a first-class flight to a private island resort instead, where we spent three perfect months.

That's when the family started to panic...

1

It was rare for my father to take time off from his sales work, so I spent two months planning the perfect cruise vacation for our family.

As the pack's Gamma, my combat training contracts brought in $100,000 monthly. My father's sales commission barely reached $4,000, yet he acted like he was the one providing for us.

My mother spent every day cooking, cleaning, and maintaining our pack house. She never complained, but I saw how her hands trembled with exhaustion each night.

I researched everything - the best cruise line, the safest routes, the most luxurious accommodations. Being a fighter taught me to plan meticulously, and I wanted everything perfect for her.

The Mediterranean cruise I chose was exclusive, catering to wealthy werewolves. Each room cost $10,000, with special facilities for transformations during full moons.

I made sure to book one with a private deck so Mom could finally relax in peace.

The family let me handle everything - the bookings, the moon-safe arrangements, the transformation schedules, even the silver-free meal plans we'd need. Not one of them offered to help.

My grandmother lived with us. She relied completely on my income since my father's sales weren't enough.

I didn't mind supporting everyone. As Gamma, I took pride in providing for my family.

My combat training business was thriving. Wolves from all packs sought my expertise, especially for advanced fighting techniques.

Getting luxury suites on werewolf-friendly cruises was tricky, so I booked everything months in advance.

When my younger brother Jason mentioned he'd never seen a cruise ship's presidential suite, I spent an extra $15,000 to upgrade everyone's rooms. Seeing his excited face was worth it.

Mom's eyes lit up when I showed her the virtual tour - first real smile I'd seen from her in months.

Then, a week before departure, my father dropped his bombshell: "Sarah and Emily want to join us. The presidential suite will be perfect for them. You and your mother can take the staff quarters below deck. I've already arranged it."

He sent me the new room assignments through our pack link, casual as if he hadn't just shattered our perfect plans.

My blood ran cold when I saw the location - it was in the lowest level, where the human staff stayed. No moon windows, no transformation facilities. The thought of my mother stuck down there made my wolf howl with rage.

"What do you mean? This was supposed to be a family trip, and you're giving our rooms to your mistress?" My claws dug into my palms.

"Watch your tone." He narrowed his eyes. "Of course they're coming. Sarah and Emily wanted to join us, so naturally they should have the best accommodations."

My wolf stirred angrily beneath my skin. "When Mom begged you for a vacation last year, what did you say? You were too busy. But the moment your mistress asks, you jump to accommodate her?"

Mom grabbed father’s arm, her fingers trembling. "Sierra, please. I'll take the staff room. Maybe they could let Sierra keep her suite-"

"No." My father's voice cut through her plea. "You're both being ridiculous. The good rooms are for guests."

"Guests?" I snarled. "That's what you call your mistress now?"

My father's face darkened. "Sarah and Emily are family now - more than family. In my heart, they belong with us."

I felt my fangs lengthening. "Then why do Mom and I have to stay in the staff quarters? Those suites were booked months ago. With MY money."

"The good rooms are full now. You're Gamma - you're used to rough conditions from training. The staff quarters are good enough for you both."

I checked the room assignment again, fury building. Of all the available spaces, he'd chosen the worst one - a cramped double with no windows.

I looked to my grandmother, whom I'd supported since she retired from pack duties.

She turned away, suddenly fascinated by the wall.

Jason came over with that condescending smile he'd picked up lately. "Come on, sis. Sarah and Emily are more refined. They need the proper facilities. You and Mom are strong - you'll manage."

I laughed bitterly. "Who's really family here? The mistress and her daughter get treated better than your own mother and sister. Anyone would think they were your real family!"

My father's eyes flashed gold with anger. "It's just different rooms. Stop making such a fuss. Sarah and Emily are family now. We can't make them stay in basic accommodations. Make this small sacrifice - show what it means to be a proper daughter!"

The front door of our pack house opened then.

Jason rushed to greet Emily, who swept in wearing designer clothes that cost more than my father's monthly commission.

"Emily! I've been waiting forever! Come in, come in!"

He grabbed her massive Louis Vuitton suitcases, the ones he'd mocked Mom for wanting a cheaper version of last Christmas.

"I've missed you! If only you'd moved here sooner - you're the sister I always wanted!"

My mother flinched at his words. I saw her hands shake as she tried to make herself smaller.

Grandmother grabbed Sarah's manicured hands, beaming at the woman who'd helped destroy our family. "Exactly! I always hoped you'd join our family. In my heart, no one compares to you!"

They said this right in front of Mom and me, without a shred of shame. My mother's shoulders hunched further, decades of silent suffering visible in every line of her body.

In that moment, my heart froze toward them all.

2

Sarah may have been my father's childhood sweetheart, but she abandoned him when he faced financial crisis when he was eighteen years old.

At that time, my father almost collapsed under $100,000 of debt. His sales job barely covered our basic needs.

Sarah didn't just leave - she married our pack's Beta, claiming she "deserved better" than a failing salesman.

"I need a real wolf," she told my father, "Not some omega pretending to be more."

She didn't even say goodbye. Just disappeared one night, leaving my father broken.

That's when my mother came into his life. Their wolves recognized each other instantly as true mates.

Mother worked three jobs to help pay off father's debts. She never complained, even when her hands bled from cleaning other wolves' houses.

When I was a little girl, I'd watch her apply healing salve at night, trying to hide her tears.

"It's worth it," she'd whisper, smoothing my fur. "Your father just needs time to heal."

But when Sarah returned five years ago, everything changed. Her Beta husband had died in a pack war, and she brought her daughter Emily with her.

They showed up at our door in designer clothes, playing the grieving widow.

My father welcomed them back with open arms. He even started supporting them with money my mother earned. Every month, more of mom's hard-earned cash went to Sarah's "temporary" needs.

The worst was when Emily needed private school tuition.

Father stormed into my room one night, his eyes wild. "You'll have to leave college. Emily needs the money more - she's younger, she has potential."

Mother shocked everyone that day. She'd always been quiet, submissive. But she grabbed a silver knife and told father she'd rather die than see her daughter lose her future. Her hands shook, but her voice was steady.

"Kill me now," she said, pressing the blade to her throat. "Because I won't live to watch you destroy our daughter's life for that woman's child."

Father backed down, but he never forgave mother for standing up to him. The pack bonds between them grew colder each day.

I worked my way up to Gamma five years ago. Finally, mother could stop taking extra cleaning jobs. I still remember her crying when I handed her my first payment check.

My brother Jason was only nine then. I took over his care completely, determined to give him a better life than I had.

I trained him personally, spent hours teaching him to fight. I paid for his combat courses, made sure he had the best gear.

I didn't want him growing up ashamed like I had, watching other pups with their fancy training equipment.

I handled all the family expenses too - father's bills, grandmother's medical care, everything. My combat training business thrived, and I made sure my family wanted for nothing.

Mother could finally rest. Or she could have, if father hadn't kept inviting Sarah and Emily over. Every visit was another chance to remind us who he really wanted.

Tonight was no different. Grandmother turned to mother with that familiar sneer, her aged face twisted with contempt. "The kitchen's a mess. Clean it up and start dinner. Sarah and Emily deserve a proper welcome."

Mother just stood there silently, shoulders hunched. Years of abuse had taught her to expect nothing else.

Jason, my own brother whom I'd raised for five years, jumped in. "Mom, hurry up! Emily and Sarah are hungry!"

The same brother who'd cried in my arms when he couldn't afford school trips now treated our mother like a servant.

I couldn't take it anymore. My wolf scratched beneath my skin, demanding justice. "Why don't you cook, Jason? Or you, Grandmother? Since you're so concerned about everyone's hunger. Or did you forget how to use a stove while ordering mother around?"

Father's eyes flashed gold, his wolf rising to the surface. "Watch your tone! Your mother knows her place!"

"Oh, I know!" I smiled sweetly, letting my Gamma power leak into the room. "Sarah, why don't you cook? Show us those housewife skills that supposedly made you so perfect for father. Or can you only play house when someone else does all the work?"

Sarah's face reddened. Her perfectly manicured hands clutched her designer purse. "I... I can cook! Just watch me show you how a real wolf female handles a kitchen!"

She spent the next hour destroying our kitchen. The smell of burnt food filled the house, and I heard her cursing as she ruined pot after pot. So much for her superior skills.

Emily pulled mother toward the table, her lips curled in a smirk. "You'll have to eat in the kitchen. This is Sarah's spot now. We need to maintain proper... hierarchy."

I saw mother's hands trembling as she turned away.

"Wait." I grabbed mother's arm, feeling her flinch at the contact. Years of abuse had left their mark. "We're dining out. My treat."

I let my Gamma power fill my voice, daring anyone to object.

Father snarled, his wolf eyes glowing. "The cruise is tomorrow. Neither of you have packed! But what can I expect from a daughter who was raised by such a useless mother?"

I felt my claws extend. "What did you just say?"

"Look at you - no respect, no manners. Just like your mother." He sneered. "I should have let Sarah raise you. Maybe then you wouldn't have turned out to be such an embarrassment."

That's when mother surprised us all again. "What, those mighty hands can't pack their own bags?" Her voice was quiet but firm, years of suppressed anger finally surfacing. "Thank the Moon Goddess I didn't raise my daughter to be as helpless as you."

Father's jaw dropped as we walked out. For once, he had no quick comeback.

3

I treated myself and mother to a $1,000 dinner at the most expensive restaurant in our territory. For once, she didn't look at the prices or try to order the cheapest thing on the menu.

"Are you sure, Sierra?" she whispered, fingers trembling on the leather-bound menu.

I covered her hand with mine. "Order whatever you want, Mom. Without ungrateful family members to feed, we have money to burn!"

We savored every bite of our wagyu steaks, sharing quiet smiles across the candlelit table. For the first time in years, mother's shoulders weren't hunched with tension.

We stayed out until the moon was high before returning home. The night air was crisp with autumn's bite, and mother actually laughed when I told her stories from my training days.

The house was lit up when we arrived. The moment I stepped inside, my wolf recoiled so violently I nearly shifted right there.

Sarah's cheap perfume saturated the air - that sickly sweet vanilla that tried to mask her natural scent. Mixed with something that made my stomach turn - their scents all over our home, marking their presence in every room.

My house. My territory. My family space. All invaded by the women who'd torn our family apart.

When I reached my bedroom door, I heard giggling inside. Young, carefree laughter that had no right to be in my private space.

I threw the door open so hard it cracked the wall. There was Emily, sprawled across my bed like she owned it, her designer clothes scattered across my furniture.

My bed. Where my scent should be strongest. Where I'd spent countless nights training to become Gamma, practicing forms until my muscles screamed.

My blood didn't just boil - my wolf howled for vengeance. All my careful control as Gamma shattered like glass.

Before I could think, I'd grabbed Emily's monogrammed Louis Vuitton suitcase and hurled it through the window. The glass exploded outward in a satisfying crash.

Emily burst into tears as her expensive clothes scattered across the front lawn. "My Gucci dress! My Prada shoes!"

Father came running, positioning himself in front of Sarah and Emily like they were the ones who needed protection. "What are you doing? They needed a place to stay for the night! Stop acting like a feral wolf!"

I bared my fangs, letting him see just how feral I could be. "Really? And my room was the only option? In our whole house? The house I PAY FOR?"

"You were out so late! We couldn't just leave them without proper accommodations. Emily was tired, and your room has the best moon view-"

His voice trembled as I let my Gamma power fill the room. The air grew thick with dominance, making Emily whimper.

"Then why not give them your room? Too busy playing happy family with your ex to think about your real daughter? The one who actually supports this family?"

Father's eyes flashed angrily, but I noticed he didn't step closer. "Sierra, you're being completely unreasonable! They're guests-"

"They're parasites," I snarled. I could smell their scents all over my space - my books, my clothes, even my childhood stuffed wolf. My careful control as Gamma shattered completely.

I turned to Sarah and Emily, letting them see my wolf's rage. "Get. Out. Now."

Sarah clutched Emily protectively, playing the victim as always. "You can't throw us out in the middle of the night!"

I grabbed their remaining luggage - three more designer suitcases - and tossed them onto the street. "Watch me."

When father and grandmother tried to stop me, I shoved them out too. My Gamma strength sent them stumbling down the front steps.

Jason started yelling, puffing up his chest like he was still the warrior-in-training I'd raised. "You can't do this! They're family- they're better family than you!"

I rounded on him, letting him see my wolf's rage in full. My eyes blazed gold as I towered over him. "Want to join them on the street, little brother? Keep talking."

He fell silent, backing away. All his bravado vanished when faced with real dominance.

I dragged him to the basement and locked the door. "A night down here might remind you who really cares about you. Who paid for your training. Who raised you when father was too busy chasing his ex."

Mother wrung her hands, her maternal instincts warring with years of abuse. "Sierra, maybe we should-"

"He needs this lesson, Mom. They all do. Sometimes pack bonds need to break before they can heal properly."

I activated every security measure in the house - $10,000 worth of protection well spent. Mountain ash barriers, reinforced locks, and warning wards sealed us in safely.

We slept peacefully that night, just mother and me in our secured home. For once, no one could hurt us.

The next morning, father arrived with a locksmith. Sarah and Emily trailed behind him, playing the victims perfectly in their rumpled designer clothes.

Emily rushed to the basement the moment it was opened. "Jason! Oh my god, are you okay? How could she lock you up like this? What kind of monster treats her brother this way? You poor thing!"

Jason fell into her arms, trembling for maximum effect. "She's crazy! She and mom both are! Look what they've done to our family!"

Grandmother stepped forward, her aging face twisted with disgust. "See what you've done? Your mother raised you to be violent and unreasonable. Just like her! No proper wolf female acts this way!"

Sarah dabbed at her eyes with a silk handkerchief, careful not to smudge her perfect makeup. "Please, let's not fight. We can all share the house. I feel terrible about causing such discord. I only want us to be one big happy family!"

"Look how generous Sarah is," father growled, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Unlike you two ungrateful females! After everything we've done for you!"

He gestured at the ruined designer clothes still scattered across our lawn. "You'll clean every piece and deliver them to the cruise ship. Maybe that will teach you some respect! Sarah and Emily shouldn't suffer because you can't control your temper."

I smiled sweetly, channeling all my years of training into appearing calm. "Of course. You all go ahead - Mom and I will handle everything. We wouldn't want to delay your perfect family vacation."

Father narrowed his eyes, clearly suspicious of my sudden cooperation. "Don't be late. And pack properly this time! I won't have you embarrassing us in front of the other passengers."