After My Mate Banished Me for His Mistress

The scent of chamomile and lavender filled the kitchen as I stirred the herbal broth. Today marked the anniversary of Nova's pup's death, and I'd spent hours preparing this soothing concoction for the pack elders. The steam rose in gentle waves, carrying the calming aroma throughout the pack house. "It should help with their nerves," I murmured to myself, carefully checking the temperature. As Luna, it was my duty to care for the pack's wellbeing, even if that meant working in the shadows while Nova received all of Waylen's attention. The kitchen door creaked open behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was—the sickly sweet scent of Nova's Omega pheromones always preceded her. "Phoebe," she said, her voice eerily calm. "What are you doing?" I turned with a gentle smile, the one I'd perfected over eight years of marriage to an Alpha who barely noticed me. "Just preparing some herbal broth for the elders.

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"It should help with their nerves," I murmured to myself, carefully checking the temperature. As Luna, it was my duty to care for the pack's wellbeing, even if that meant working in the shadows while Nova received all of Waylen's attention.

The kitchen door creaked open behind me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was—the sickly sweet scent of Nova's Omega pheromones always preceded her.

"Phoebe," she said, her voice eerily calm. "What are you doing?"

I turned with a gentle smile, the one I'd perfected over eight years of marriage to an Alpha who barely noticed me. "Just preparing some herbal broth for the elders. Would you like to try some? It might help you sleep."

Nova's eyes widened, fixed not on me but on the steam rising from the pot. Her face contorted, transforming from fragile beauty to something feral and wild.

"Smoke!" she screamed, her hands fluttering frantically. "The rogues are coming! They're burning everything! My pup—my baby!"

Before I could react, Nova lunged forward, grabbing the heavy pot from the stove. My heart stopped as she lifted it high above her head.

"No, Nova, it's just steam!" I reached for her, but it was too late.

The scalding liquid hit me square in the chest and neck. Pain—white-hot and blinding—seared through me as the broth cascaded down my skin. I screamed, stumbling backward against the counter.

But the pain didn't stop there. Something else burned beneath my skin, spreading like poison through my veins. The wolfsbane—meant for pest control nearby—had been added to the pot by mistake.

"ARIAGHHH!" My wolf howled inside me, her voice growing fainter as the wolfsbane weakened our bond. "Phoebe, it burns!"

I collapsed to my knees, clawing at my chest where the liquid had soaked through my blouse. The agony was unbearable, but what came next would break me entirely.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?" Waylen's voice thundered through the kitchen doorway.

I looked up through tears of pain to see my mate rushing toward us. Relief flooded through me—he would help me, he would see what Nova had done.

But Waylen didn't even glance my way.

Instead, he rushed to Nova, who had fallen to her knees screaming about rogues and fire. He wrapped his arms around her trembling form, murmuring soothing words into her hair.

"Shh, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you. I've got you."

The words I'd longed to hear for eight years, spoken not to me but to her.

"Waylen," I gasped, my voice breaking. "She threw wolfsbane at me. I'm burning."

His eyes finally flicked to me, but there was no concern there—only irritation.

"Enough, Phoebe!" he snapped. Then, his voice deepened with Alpha power. "SILENCE!"

The command hit me like a physical blow, forcing my mouth shut mid-scream. My wolf whimpered as the Alpha Voice suppressed even her cries.

"Your screaming is upsetting her further," Waylen growled, his eyes flashing gold with Alpha authority. "Can't you see she's traumatized?"

I couldn't speak, couldn't defend myself. Blood seeped through my torn blouse where the wolfsbane had burned deepest. My wolf grew quieter by the second.

"You shouldn't have been in here during Nova's mourning hours," Waylen continued, his tone accusatory. "You know today is difficult for her."

Behind him, Nova's sobs had subsided into delicate hiccups. Her eyes met mine over Waylen's shoulder—and for just a moment, I saw something there that wasn't grief or madness.

Satisfaction.

"Marcus!" Waylen called to his Beta, who had appeared in the doorway. "Take Phoebe somewhere she won't upset Nova further."

Marcus's expression flickered with uncertainty. "Alpha, she's injured—"

"To the dungeons," Waylen ordered coldly. "Her distress pheromones are triggering Nova's PTSD."

The dungeons? The silver-lined cells meant for rogues and traitors?

Marcus hesitated, but Alpha commands couldn't be refused. He stepped forward, gently lifting me from the floor.

"I'm sorry, Luna," he whispered, but there was nothing he could do.

As Marcus carried me away, I caught one last glimpse of Waylen cradling Nova in his arms, whispering promises of protection while my skin blistered and my wolf faded.

The dungeon door loomed ahead, its silver coating gleaming coldly in the dim light. Marcus's grip tightened slightly—not to hurt me, but to steady himself as he prepared to follow an order he clearly didn't agree with.

The last thing I heard before the heavy door swung shut was Nova's voice, no longer hysterical but perfectly calm:

"She'll be fine there. Won't she, Waylen?"

Then darkness swallowed me whole, and I realized with crystal clarity that my mate had chosen—and it wasn't me.

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"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

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9.4

From Rejected Luna to Princess

9.4

The three-hour drive from the Northern Alliance meeting should have felt like coming home. Instead, as I pulled through the gates of Silverstone Pack territory, an unsettling quiet pressed against my chest like a physical weight. The familiar sight of our pack house—its stone facade and wraparound porch that had always welcomed me—now felt cold, almost hostile. I parked near the front steps, expecting to see pack members going about their evening routines. Children should have been playing in the yard, adults chatting on porches, the usual warm buzz of pack life that made this place feel alive. Instead, the grounds were eerily empty. The few wolves I did encounter on my way to the house avoided my gaze entirely. Mrs. Henderson, who usually stopped to ask about Sophie's schoolwork, practically fled when she saw me approaching. Young Marcus, one of our patrol guards, actually crossed to the other side of the path rather than offer his customary respectful nod.

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8.6

My Alpha Sold Me to His Enemy

8.6

The packhouse gleamed like a jewel tonight, every surface polished to perfection—mostly by my own raw, blistered hands. I stood in the servants' corridor, my fingers still wrinkled from the bleach water I'd been scrubbing with for the past twelve hours. The annual Mate Ceremony was in full swing in the grand hall, and I could hear the music and laughter bleeding through the walls like a world I wasn't meant to touch. I wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the celebration. Omegas like me—wolfless, worthless—we stayed in the shadows where we belonged. But then Maya, one of the kitchen staff, came barreling around the corner with a tray of champagne flutes, and in her haste, she slammed directly into me. The impact sent me stumbling forward, through the servant's entrance, and straight into the swirling crowd of elegantly dressed pack members. I froze. Every eye in the room seemed to turn toward me at once. My stained work dress, my tangled hair still damp with sweat, the sharp chemical smell of bleach clinging to my skin—I was a stain on their perfect evening.

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9.2

REJECTED BY FATE, CURSED BY PROPHECY

9.2

"Are you mad!!!!!" The words cut through the night like a blade. Naira did not turn. She stood at the edge of the river with her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, staring at the black water as if it might swallow her thoughts. Behind her, her sister stepped closer. "Do you know what you have done?" Naira swallowed. "I know what I survived." "That is not an answer." The wind dragged dead leaves across the ground. Somewhere beyond the trees, wolves howled, their voices distant but watchful. "You lay with the Alpha," her sister said again, slower this time. "After his brother rejected you." Naira's fingers curled into fists. "He did more than reject me," she said quietly. "He promised me a bond. He promised me a name. Then he gave it to another woman and told me to forget him." Her sister scoffed. "And so you chose the throne instead?" "I chose not to die poor and forgotten," Naira snapped. Silence fell between them. The Alpha's house rose on the hill like a scar in the dark. Stone walls. Iron gates. The center of all decisions. "You will be called a mistress," her sister said. "They will spit your name like poison." "They already do," Naira replied. "Even before this." Her sister stepped closer. "What about the Luna?" Naira looked away. "She watches everything." "And she will destroy you." Naira pressed a hand to her stomach. "She cannot touch what she does not know," she said. Her sister froze. "What do you mean?" The words came out like a confession and a curse. "I am with child." The night seemed to hold its breath. "...Whose?" her sister asked slowly. Naira lifted her chin. "The Alpha's." A sharp breath escaped her sister's lips. "You have sentenced yourself." "I have saved myself," Naira whispered. "You think this will protect you?" "It already has." Her sister shook her head. "You should have left the pack. You should have run." "And go where?" Naira demanded. "To starve among rogues? To be hunted like meat?" "You would have lived." "Living is not the same as surviving." Her sister looked at her with something close to fear. "What will you tell them?" Naira hesitated. "I will say the child belongs to his brother." Her sister stared. "You will lie?" "I will breathe," Naira said. "I will walk in daylight. I will not beg again." The river whispered beside them. "You will destroy him," her sister said. "The brother." "He destroyed me first." "Two wrongs do not make safety." "They make silence." Footsteps broke the night. Both women turned. The Alpha stepped from the trees, his presence bending the space around him. His cloak moved like shadow. His eyes were cold, unreadable. "You should not meet here," he said. "I belong nowhere else," Naira answered. His gaze dropped to her stomach. "You told her." "Yes." He studied her sister. "She will keep quiet." Her sister swallowed but said nothing. "No one must know," the Alpha continued. "Not the Luna. Not the council." "And when the child is born?" Naira asked. His jaw tightened. "The child will not carry my name." "She will carry your blood." "That is worse." Naira stepped closer. "Then why did you touch me?" "Because you were already broken." The words struck deep. "And because power does not refuse what comes to it." The Alpha turned away. "You will live in the lower quarters." "I will." "You will be invisible." "I already am." "And the child-" "She will be safe," Naira said. "Or I will burn this pack myself." The Alpha's eyes darkened. "Do not threaten what you cannot control." "I already control the truth," Naira replied. He said nothing. The wind rose. "Go," he said finally. "Before someone sees you." Naira bowed her head. As she walked away, her sister followed. "You are walking into fire," her sister whispered. "I have lived in ashes," Naira replied. And somewhere inside her, something small and unaware shifted - a life born from rejection, power, and lies. A life that would pay for a secret made beside a river. UNLISHSING THE CURSE ON AN UNBORN CHILD. Do you love high school romance? You can check my story CLAIMED BY THE QUARTERBACK ALPHA

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8.3

Rejected by the Alpha Who Betrayed Us

8.3

Because a neighbor treated my mom to an ice cream bar, my mate Austin, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, flew into a rage, accusing her of taking bribes to capitalize on his influence. His Beta, Rose Walker, heard about it and, feeling outraged, decided to take matters into her own hands. She broke my mom’s arms and legs, wrapped her in a black cloth, and threw her into a coffin nailed shut, dragging it to the pack hall for public humiliation. By the time I arrived, the coffin was scratched with blood, and the person inside had suffocated. Rose showed no remorse, even smiling and saying she found it satisfying. When Austin appeared, he immediately ordered the coffin to be thrown into the river. "Your mother died of embarrassment; what’s that got to do with my Beta? You should be grateful she wasn’t frightened by your mother’s ghastly appearance." "Apologize to Rose right now, or forget about being the Luna of this pack!" I stopped them from disposing of the coffin, pulled back the black cloth, and laughed. He didn’t realize that the person inside wasn’t my mom, but his own mother, Natasha, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack. "You’re crazy; your mother just died, and you’re laughing?

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9.3

Rejected Mate's New Start

9.3

The stack of freshly folded laundry in my arms felt heavier than usual as I approached Alpha Camden's office. Soleil's tiny dresses and Camden's pressed shirts smelled of the lavender detergent I'd carefully selected—a small touch I hoped would bring comfort to this house that often felt more like a battleground than a home. I raised my hand to knock, then froze. Camden's voice carried through the heavy oak door, speaking in the clipped tone he used for mind-link conversations with his Beta. "She's just the nanny, Marcus," Camden's words hit me like ice water. "A useful omega for Soleil's care, nothing more." My fingers tightened on the laundry basket's handles. The electric sparks I felt whenever our hands accidentally brushed—surely he felt them too? The way his wolf's scent seemed to call to something deep inside me, even without my own wolf to respond? "The pack members are starting to talk," Marcus Reid's voice came through more faintly, but I caught the concern in his tone. "They see how she cares for Soleil, how she anticipates your needs.

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After My Mate Banished Me for His Mistress

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