Beyond Betrayal, My Soul's True Mate
Strapped to the cold metal table in the hospital basement, I begged my Fated Mate, Alpha Marcus, for mercy.
He ignored my tears. With a voice devoid of warmth, he ordered the doctor to inject liquid silver into my veins—a poison designed to dissolve the wolf spirit.
"Do it," he commanded. "If she remains a wolf, she is a liability. As a human, she can stay as an Omega."
I screamed as the silver acid ate through my soul, severing the connection to my wolf.
Marcus didn't flinch. He wasn't saving me from my burn injuries; he was clearing the path for his mistress, Rachel, and their secret illegitimate son.
Broken and wolfless, I was forced to watch him publicly claim his bastard child as the new heir.
He thought I was submissive. He thought I would quietly fade into the servant's quarters to be his charity case.
He didn't know I had cracked his safe and found the DNA tests proving his three-year betrayal.
On the morning of his wedding to Rachel, I smiled as I climbed into the car that would take me to my "exile."
Ten minutes later, my scheduled email exposing every lie hit the Council of Elders.
And while Marcus fell to his knees screaming at the sight of my burning vehicle, realizing he had destroyed his True Mate for a fraud, I was already gone.
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Chapter 3
Sarah POV:
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Marcus asked, checking his reflection in the rearview mirror of the SUV.
"I need to be useful," I said softly, smoothing the skirt of my dress. It hung loosely on my frame; I had lost ten pounds in three days. "If I'm going to be... just a wife, I should focus on charity."
We were parked outside the pack orphanage. It was a grim brick building on the edge of the territory, usually underfunded. But today, Marcus was strangely eager to visit.
He reached into the back seat and pulled out a box. It was a limited edition mecha-robot, the kind that cost more than an Omega's yearly salary.
"A donation?" I asked innocently.
"Just something to brighten a kid's day," he said dismissively.
We walked inside. The scent of bleach and boiled cabbage hit me—or rather, the ghost of the scent. My human-like nose was pathetic compared to what I was used to.
The matron hurried over, bowing low to Marcus. "Alpha! We weren't expecting you."
"Just a casual visit," Marcus said, his eyes scanning the room.
Then, a blur of motion shot across the linoleum floor.
"Daddy!"
A small boy, about three years old, slammed into Marcus's legs.
The room went silent. The matron looked terrified.
Marcus froze for a second, then laughed nervously, peeling the child off his leg. "Well, aren't you a friendly one."
I looked at the boy. He was the spitting image of the photos in the safe. Dark hair, dark eyes, the same arrogant tilt of the chin.
Even without my wolf senses, the biological connection was screaming. In the werewolf world, a pup's scent is a mix of their mother and father. It is an undeniable signature.
"What's your name?" I asked, crouching down.
The boy sneered at me. "Oliver. And who are you? You look burnt."
"Oliver!" A woman's voice cut through the air.
Rachel stepped out from the back office. She wasn't wearing the gray uniform of the orphanage staff. She was wearing a silk blouse and tight jeans, dripping in gold jewelry.
"I'm so sorry, Alpha," Rachel cooed, walking over and placing a possessive hand on the boy's shoulder. "He's just spirited. He loves strong wolves." She glanced at me with veiled contempt. "He doesn't like... weakness."
"He's charming," I said, standing up. My legs felt weak. "Marcus, why don't you go with Miss...?"
"Rachel," she supplied.
"With Miss Rachel and Oliver to check the facilities? I need to sit down for a moment. The drive made me dizzy."
"Of course," Marcus said, looking relieved to get away from my scrutiny. He handed the expensive toy to Oliver. "Here, buddy. Let's go look at the playroom."
They walked away, a perfect little family unit.
I waited until they turned the corner, then I slipped into the hallway adjacent to the playroom. I couldn't hear whispers anymore, but the walls here were thin plasterboard. I pressed my ear against the surface.
"...she looks hideous," Rachel's voice came through, muffled but audible. "That scar on her neck? Disgusting."
"It serves a purpose," Marcus's voice replied. "It keeps her insecure. She won't leave me if she thinks no one else will want her."
"Why didn't you just kill her?" Rachel whined. "I want to be Luna now. The ceremony is in two days."
"We have to be smart, Rachel. If she dies suspiciously right after the fire, the Council investigates. If she 'steps down' because of her injuries and tragic loss of her wolf, I look like the benevolent Alpha caring for a cripple, and you step in as the mother of my heir."
"Look at this!" Rachel exclaimed. "I got a Moonlight Healing Crystal from the market. Should we use it on her? Maybe fix her face so she's at least presentable for the photos?"
"Don't waste it," Marcus scoffed. "Those crystals are rare. Keep it for Oliver. Sarah doesn't need healing. She needs to stay exactly as she is—broken."
"Mommy, tell the ugly lady to go away," Oliver's voice piped up.
"Soon, baby. Soon she'll be living in the servants' quarters where she belongs."
I pulled away from the wall. My hands were shaking, but not from fear this time. From rage.
He would rather see me scarred for life than waste a crystal on me. He was already planning to move me to the servants' quarters.
I walked back to the entrance hall.
When they returned ten minutes later, I was sitting on the bench, smiling.
"Did you have a nice tour?" I asked.
"Very informative," Marcus said. He looked flushed, happy.
"I think we should sponsor little Oliver," I said, looking directly at Rachel. "He seems... special. Don't you think, Marcus? He has your eyes."
Marcus paled. Rachel narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge if I knew.
"Yes," Marcus stammered. "Yes, maybe."
"Great," I said, standing up. "Let's go home. I have so much to prepare for the ceremony."
Prepare to burn it all down, I thought.
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"You can't escape me, Aurora. You are mine!"
The Alpha King's roar echoed through the palace walls.
But Aurora just tightened her grip on the blade hidden beneath her cloak.
She would never-never-give herself to the monster who murdered her father.
Even if the Moon Goddess cursed her to be his mate.
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Aurora Regalia once had everything-a loving father, a prosperous pack, and a future that glittered with promise. Her father, the king, even chose her a mate: Logan Charming. Powerful. Charismatic. Cursed.
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The monster who wore her father's blood on his hands?
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