After My Mate Gave Our Son to His Mistress

The moonlight cast long shadows across my desk as I hunched over the maps, my fingers stained with ink and herbal residue. Three nights without sleep had left me hollow-eyed, but the strategy was finally coming together. I'd spent every waking hour analyzing the new rogue threat patterns, cross-referencing them with our territory's vulnerabilities. "Just a few more adjustments," I murmured to myself, rotating the map to examine the northern ridge. My wolf, Luna, stirred restlessly within me. *You need to rest, Scarlett*, she whispered in my mind. "One moment," I replied, adding another notation to the defensive formation. The rogues had been growing bolder, more organized. Without a comprehensive strategy, our borders wouldn't hold. I reached for the mortar, grinding moonflower petals into the mixture.

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The storm roared outside, matching the chaos in my heart as I stuffed clothes into a small backpack. Eliam sat on the bed, his eyes vacant, still under the influence of Jaxxon's manipulation.

"Mommy's taking you somewhere safe," I whispered, brushing his hair from his forehead. "Somewhere they can't hurt us anymore."

Luna paced anxiously within me. *Hurry, Scarlett. We don't have much time.*

I knew she was right. The pack would be distracted by the storm, the guards likely taking shelter. This was our only chance.

"Can you walk, sweetheart?" I asked Eliam, who nodded mechanically.

The rain lashed against us as we slipped out a side entrance of the Pack House. I pulled my jacket tight around Eliam, shielding him from the worst of the downpour. The border was half a mile through dense forest—if we could reach it before being discovered, we might have a chance.

"We're going to be free," I promised, more to myself than to Eliam, whose expression remained unnervingly blank.

We'd made it nearly to the tree line when a flash of lightning illuminated a figure standing in our path.

"Going somewhere?" Jaxxon's voice cut through the thunder.

I pushed Eliam behind me. "Let us go, Jaxxon. You don't want us anyway."

His laugh was cold, devoid of any warmth. "You're my mate, Scarlett. My property."

"Not anymore," I said, straightening my spine despite the fear coursing through me. "You've made your choice clear."

Lightning flashed again, revealing Elena standing slightly behind him, her expression triumphant.

"Jaxxon," she purred, "don't let her waste your time. She's nothing."

Something shifted in Jaxxon's eyes—a calculation, a decision. He stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear.

"I, Jaxxon Black, Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Scarlett Wright, as my mate."

The words hit me like physical blows. Each syllable tore through me, ripping apart the bond that had connected us since our mating ceremony. I gasped as pain unlike anything I'd ever experienced shredded through my chest.

Luna howled in agony within me. *No! Our bond!*

I fell to my knees, clutching at my chest as if I could physically hold the pieces of my heart together. Eliam whimpered behind me, sensing my pain.

"You can't—" I choked out, looking up at Jaxxon through tears. "The pack will know. The rejection will weaken you both."

His smile was cruel. "Who said I'd make it public? The rejection is complete, but only you and I know. You'll remain my prisoner, my secret shame."

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"The Pack Healer has lost her mind," Jaxxon announced to the gathered pack members the following morning. "Her wolf has gone feral."

I stood before them, chains binding my wrists, my body still weak from the broken bond. Every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass.

"Her attempt to kidnap my son proves she's no longer fit to serve this pack," he continued, his voice carrying across the silent hall.

Elena stepped forward, her face a mask of false concern. "Poor Scarlett. We tried to help her, but her Omega psychosis has progressed too far."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. I searched their faces for any sign of doubt, any flicker of the truth, but saw only pity and fear.

"Omega psychosis is a serious condition," Jaxxon explained, as if lecturing children. "It affects weaker wolves whose minds cannot handle the pressure of pack life. Scarlett's obsession with her son, her delusions about Elena's position—these are all symptoms."

I tried to speak, to defend myself, but my voice failed me. The rejection had weakened me beyond measure.

"She requires specialized care," Jaxxon said gravely. "For her own safety."

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The dungeon beneath the Pack House had been unused for generations. The silver-lined walls gleamed dully in the torchlight as two Delta guards dragged me down the narrow stone steps.

"Alpha's orders," one muttered, not meeting my eyes as they chained me to the wall.

The silver burned against my skin, sending waves of pain through my already weakened body. I bit back a scream as the metal seeped into my pores, further suppressing my healing abilities.

"Please," I whispered. "My son—"

"The pup is better off without you," the second guard said flatly. "You're dangerous now."

They left me in darkness, the only sound the steady drip of water somewhere in the distance. I sagged against the chains, feeling Luna retreat deep within me, her presence fading under the silver's influence.

"Mommy?" Eliam's voice echoed in my mind, faint and confused.

"Eliam?" I called back through our fading connection. "Baby, where are you?"

But only silence answered me as the darkness closed in.

The chains rattled as I struggled against them, the silver burning deeper into my flesh. Somewhere above, I heard Elena's laughter, followed by Jaxxon's deeper chuckle.

They thought they'd broken me completely. But in the depths of my despair, something else stirred—something colder and harder than fear.

Revenge.

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"Kai, please!" The pain ripped through me as I neared the moment of childbirth. But as I cried out my Alpha mate’s name, a group of rogues saw their chance to strike. Desperation tore at me as I called for Kai, begging him to come to my aid. "No, the rogues! Oh God, my baby—our baby, Kai, please, hurry!" But instead of rushing to protect me, his mate and Luna—the she-wolf carrying his child—he chose to save his mistress, whose danger was far less imminent. And so, I was left alone, on the brink of giving birth to his child, facing a pack of savage, heartless rogues. .... The contractions hit me like a rogue’s bite, sharp and relentless. A red moon hung heavy in the sky, staining the forest floor crimson. My water broke, a warm gush against the cold earth, and I knew this pup wasn’t waiting. This was it. This was supposed to be the happiest night of my life, the night I brought Kai’s heir into the world. But the air crackled with a different kind of energy, a primal fear that sent shivers down my spine, overriding the pain. A rogue howl split the night, followed by another, and another. They were close, too close to the birthing dens. Impossible. Our borders were heavily guarded. Another contraction ripped through me, and I bit back a scream. I tried to focus on the life growing inside me, a tiny flicker of hope in the encroaching darkness. "Kai!" I howled, my voice laced with pain and fear. "Kai, they're here!" I heard his answering howl, close now, a wave of relief washing over me. He was coming. He wouldn't abandon me, not now, not when our pup was about to be born. I could scent him, the familiar musk of cedar and pine, mixed with the metallic tang of wolf, cutting through the stench of rogue. Through the trees, I saw a flash of his dark fur, his powerful form a beacon in the night. He was almost here. Then, a different cry split the night—Lyra’s. High-pitched and desperate, laced with a manufactured terror that made my gut clench. "Kai! Help me!"

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.1

Addicted to Chastity

9.1

I married the Alpha of the top pack, but he hasn't touched me for a year. Yet by chance, I heard him crying to his younger brother. "She actually ordered three of the strongest warriors to accompany her, and the four of them went to train alone." He was so upset that he burst into tears. "Ron, if you're too scared, wait until sister-in-law is tempted by those guys and orders them to get intimate with her, you'll cry with no tears left." He immediately stopped crying: "What do they count for? Those outside are just wild grass; nothing's as sweet as one's own." "As long as she's still willing to come back, she can do whatever she wants." Roger rubbed his forehead and sighed:”Ron, why don't you ask the shaman to take a look?" Later, I secretly asked the shaman. The shaman gave me a note written by Ron himself: "I have... intimacy addiction. I love my wife very much, but I'm afraid of scaring her. What should I do?"

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.5

After My Brothers Rejected Me, My Prince Claimed Me

8.5

My trembling fingers smoothed down the simple gown I'd spent weeks sewing, incorporating threads from Luna Catherine's old robes—a symbol of the family I desperately wanted to officially join. Tonight was my Coming of Age Ceremony, the night I'd finally discover which of the Harrison brothers was my fated mate. After fourteen years of being raised alongside them, the answer would finally be revealed. *Are you nervous?* Hope, my inner wolf, whispered through our mental connection. "Terrified," I admitted, adjusting the silver crescent moon pendant around my neck—a gift from Alpha Marcus on my sixteenth birthday. "But excited too. We'll finally know where we truly belong." The grand hall of the Silver Moon Pack house was illuminated with hundreds of candles, casting a warm glow over the gathered pack members. I stood at the entrance, heart thundering in my chest as all eyes turned to me. The Harrison family waited on the raised dais—Alpha Marcus and Luna Catherine standing tall and proud, their three sons lined up beside them. Marcus Jr., the future Alpha, stood with his shoulders squared, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with the confidence of a born leader.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

After My Mate Fell for the Omega, I Let Him Go

8.2

The scent of incense and moonflower filled the air as I sat cross-legged in my designated oracle tent, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight. The Black Moon Pack's annual Moon Festival was in full swing outside, with laughter and music echoing through the night. But here, within these sacred walls, I offered a different kind of guidance. "Thank you, Oracle Lilith," whispered a young she-wolf as she gathered her belongings, eyes wide with hope after I'd revealed her mate would appear before the next full moon. "Your wisdom is a gift to our pack." I smiled gently, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "The Moon Goddess speaks through the cards. I merely interpret her will." As she exited, another unmated she-wolf entered, her nervous energy palpable. These readings were my purpose tonight—guiding those seeking their fated mates during this sacred celebration. "The cards will show you your path," I assured her, shuffling my worn tarot deck with practiced precision. Three times exactly—never more, never less.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

9.2

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

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8.7

Luna's Revenge

8.7

The cold emptiness beside me pulled me from sleep like a physical blow. My hand swept across Jason's side of the bed, finding only rumpled sheets that had long since lost his warmth. The digital clock's harsh red numbers glared back at me: 2:47 AM. My white wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, her unease bleeding into my consciousness. Something was wrong. The mate bond, usually a steady warmth in my chest, felt... muted. Weakened somehow, like a radio signal fading in and out of range. I pushed myself up carefully, my six-month belly making the movement awkward. The baby kicked in response, as if sensing my tension.

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After My Mate Gave Our Son to His Mistress

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