Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

The cold stone table beneath me had become as familiar as my own bed these past months. I stared at the ceiling of the medical chamber, counting the cracks in the plaster as the pack healer inserted another needle into my arm. The sharp sting barely registered anymore. "Hold still," he muttered, though I hadn't moved. My body had learned that resistance only made things worse. I watched my blood flow through the clear tube, crimson life force destined for another woman's veins. For Luna Blackwood. The woman my mate had chosen over me, despite our bond, despite the child growing inside me. His child. The first rays of dawn filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the room.

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Pain. Blinding, all-consuming pain radiating from my core. That was the first sensation that greeted me as consciousness slowly returned. I blinked against the harsh fluorescent lights of Silvermoon's infirmary, trying to piece together fragmented memories. Harrison's rage. His hand striking my belly. Blood pooling beneath me.

I tried to move, but my body felt like lead, weighted down by something more than physical pain. Something vital was missing inside me—two things, actually. The tiny heartbeat that had become my only comfort these past months. And the thin, fragile thread that had once connected me to Harrison.

Both gone. Severed.

"Grace?" A small, trembling voice broke through my haze of agony.

I turned my head slowly to see Emma's tear-streaked face hovering over mine. Her thin fingers clutched mine with surprising strength, as if she could physically anchor me to this world.

"The pup?" I whispered, though I already knew the answer.

Emma's eyes welled with fresh tears. "I'm so sorry."

A hollow ache spread through my chest, different from the physical pain below. Empty. I felt completely empty. The bond that had tethered me to Harrison—the bond I'd clung to through months of humiliation and abuse—had snapped like a brittle twig. In its place was nothing but a cold, dark void.

"He didn't even stay," Emma whispered, anger flashing briefly through her usually gentle eyes. "He just... left you here."

Of course he had. What use was I to him now? No pup. No bond. Nothing but damaged goods.

I closed my eyes, letting a single tear escape. Not for him. Not anymore. For the innocent life that never had a chance. For the warrior I once was. For everything I'd lost.

That's when I felt it—a foreign presence brushing against my consciousness. Not Harrison's domineering mind-link that I'd grown accustomed to, but something lighter, cautious.

*"Grace Morgan?"* The voice was female, unfamiliar.

I stiffened, instinctively strengthening my mental barriers. *"Who are you?"* I projected back, surprised I still had the strength for a mind-link.

*"Someone who wants what you want."* The voice had a strange accent I couldn't place. *"I can help you take down Harrison Sterling."*

A hysterical laugh bubbled up in my throat, causing Emma to look at me with concern. Take down Harrison? The Alpha of Silvermoon Pack? It was impossible.

*"Not impossible,"* the voice responded, reading my thoughts. *"Just difficult. My name is Sylvia. I serve Alpha Marcus Sterling of the Crescent Moon Pack."*

Marcus Sterling. Harrison's half-brother. The name stirred something in my memory—rumors of a noble Alpha who had refused to follow in his family's ruthless footsteps.

*"Why would you help me?"* I questioned, suspicion threading through my thoughts.

*"Because Harrison's reign of terror needs to end. And you, Grace Morgan, are the key."*

I should have refused. Should have blocked the connection and forgotten the whole thing. But as I lay there, empty and broken, something else began to fill the void where my mate bond had been.

Rage. Cold, clarifying rage.

*"I'm listening,"* I replied.

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Three days later, I stood in the shadows of the grand dining hall, a ghost in my own pack house. Harrison had ordered me to serve at tonight's formal dinner—a final humiliation, parading his discarded mate before his honored guest.

His honored guest who happened to be his half-brother, Alpha Marcus Sterling.

I kept my eyes lowered as I poured wine, my hands steady despite the weakness still plaguing my body. I could feel Harrison watching me, his gaze like ice on my skin.

"More wine for our guest," Harrison commanded, his voice dripping with false warmth.

I moved to Marcus's side, finally allowing myself a glimpse of the Alpha who might become my unlikely ally. He was nothing like Harrison. Where Harrison was all sharp edges and cold beauty, Marcus radiated a quiet strength. Golden eyes met mine briefly, and I saw something unexpected there. Concern.

"This is Grace," Harrison said dismissively, waving a hand in my direction. "Just a donor for Luna Blackwood's treatments."

Marcus's jaw tightened imperceptibly. "I see."

Two simple words, yet loaded with meaning. He did see. I could tell from the way his gaze lingered on my hollow cheeks, the shadows under my eyes, the way I favored my still-healing body.

As I retreated back to the shadows, I felt Marcus's eyes follow me. And for the first time in months, a dangerous emotion flickered to life inside me.

Hope.

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The scent of blood hit me first—metallic and sharp, cutting through the crisp night air. My heart seized in my chest as I watched Luna Eleanor being carried through the pack house doors, her silver hair matted with crimson, her usually vibrant face ashen. "Get the healer!" I screamed, my voice cracking as I rushed forward. Two Delta warriors supported Eleanor's limp form, their expressions grim. "What happened?" "Rogue attack at the northern border," one muttered, avoiding my gaze. "The Luna was conducting her monthly patrol when they ambushed her." Lyra, my wolf, whimpered inside me. *Something's wrong. This isn't a normal attack.* I helped them lay Eleanor on the examination table in the medicine chamber. Her breathing came in shallow gasps, each one seeming more labored than the last. The wounds across her torso were deep, but there was something else—a strange, sickly sweet odor emanating from them that made Lyra restless.

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8.5

After My Mate Rejected Me, The Lycan King Claimed Me

8.5

The storm outside my window mirrored the tempest in my heart as I huddled in my small room at the far end of the pack house. Lightning flashed, illuminating the sparse furnishings—a bed, a dresser, and a small desk where I kept my journals. The thunder that followed seemed to shake the very foundations of my existence. Then his voice cut through my mind like a blade. *Isabel.* Deacon's mind-link hit me with the force of a physical blow. *Come to the Master Suite. Now.* I flinched, my wolf whimpering inside me. Once majestic and silver-white, she had faded to a dull gray shadow over years of neglect and abuse. *What does he want?* she asked, her voice faint in my consciousness. "I don't know," I whispered aloud, pressing my fingers to my temples.

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8.6

Fated to the Alpha's Deception

8.6

Five years ago, Alpha Layton Ortiz injured his legs trying to protect me from rogue werewolves. Because of his disability, he never got the opportunity to fully lead the Silver Moon Pack as he was meant to. Despite everyone blaming me for his injury, he stood by my side, insisting it was his own decision. To find a cure for his legs, I donated a substantial amount of blood every three months. Unexpectedly, my werewolf healing abilities allowed me to recover faster than expected, and I woke up earlier than anticipated. That was when I accidentally overheard him speaking with the pack’s Healer. "Luna Gloria's frequent blood donations are seriously affecting her health," the Healer said, his voice low but urgent. "And you know it was Rayne who intentionally exposed Luna Gloria's location to the rogues, leading to her parents' deaths in that tragedy." Alpha Layton took a drag on his cigarette before replying, his voice as cold as the winter wind, "Rayne's infected with an unidentified virus. If she doesn’t undergo a full-body transfusion, she’ll lapse into a coma again. I plan to compensate her with wealth and status for the rest of her life, but love—that’s not included." "This must remain a secret from Luna Gloria," he added, his words slicing through me like a blade.

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8.7

I Rejected My Alpha Mate

8.7

The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of the preparation room, casting rainbow patterns across the floor. Today was supposed to be the most important day of my life—my Mate Ceremony with Lucas, the Alpha of Shadow Claw Pack. I smoothed down my ceremonial dress, feeling the delicate fabric beneath my fingertips. Everything had to be perfect. "Kamryn spent months on this," I whispered to myself, thinking of my best friend who had hand-stitched my ceremonial cloak with rare silver thread. The cloak wasn't just fabric—it was a symbol of our bond, of my position as Luna, of the future I had built here. I pushed open the door to the preparation room, my heart light with anticipation. The smile froze on my face. "Oh no," I breathed, my eyes fixed on the floor. My ceremonial cloak lay in tatters, the silver threads glinting mockingly in the light.

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9.8

Mated To Three, Fated To Two

9.8

I was born an omega. Weak. Disposable. Forgotten. But on my eighteenth birthday, the impossible happened— I didn’t just find one mate. I found three. The Alpha’s heirs. Kael, the cold-blooded heir who claims me like a trophy. Riven, the reckless rebel who kisses me like a dare. Silas, the sweet one… with a smile that hides something darker. The pack calls it a curse. The Moon Goddess calls it fate. And then she whispers a warning in my dreams: One of them will kill me. Now every touch burns, every kiss could be my last, and every choice drags me closer to a prophecy I can’t escape. Two of them are mine. One of them is a lie. But how do you choose between three bonds when rejecting even one could destroy you? All I know is this: The wrong choice doesn’t just break my heart— It ends my life.

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8.2

My Mate Rejected Me to Make Her His Luna

8.2

The fluorescent lights of The Rusty Fang still burned behind my eyelids as I stumbled up the three warped wooden steps to our trailer. Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of forcing smiles at rogue wolves who could barely afford coffee, let alone tips. My feet screamed in protest with every step, the cheap diner shoes having given up any pretense of support around hour nine. I fumbled with the keys, my fingers stiff and clumsy. The lock finally gave way with its usual grinding protest, and I pushed inside, immediately hit by the stale air that always seemed to cling to the walls no matter how many windows I opened. Cairo wasn't home. I should have felt relief. Instead, a hollow ache settled in my chest as I dropped my purse on the sagging couch and kicked off those torture devices masquerading as shoes. The silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the hum of our ancient refrigerator and the distant sound of someone's television through the thin walls.

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