Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

The forest outside Seattle held its breath as I knelt before Seraphina's altar, moonlight filtering through the ancient pines to illuminate my trembling hands. The silver pendant that had once belonged to my mother glinted in my palm—the last connection to my former life as a pack healer, before I'd sacrificed everything for a mate who never truly wanted me. "Are you certain you wish to proceed, little wolf?" Seraphina's voice carried on the night breeze, her silhouette tall and imposing against the backdrop of her woodland altar. The dark witch's eyes reflected the moonlight like a predator's, assessing my determination. "I have nothing left to lose," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Five years I've been bound to an Alpha who looks through me rather than at me. Five years I've been his racing partner, his pack's omega, his marked mate—yet never his Luna in anything but name." Seraphina circled me, her long fingers trailing across my shoulders. "The Moon Goddess blessed your mate bond, wolfless one. Such divine connections are not easily severed, even by my craft." I flinched at the term 'wolfless.' It was a truth that had defined my existence—an omega without her wolf, marked by an Alpha who had only completed the bond out of obligation when my scent revealed our fated connection. Christopher Hayes had never forgiven me for not being what he wanted: a powerful she-wolf worthy of the Shadowridge Alpha.

Chapters

Chapter 2

The roar of engines echoed through the mountain pass as we approached the most dangerous curve of the Cascade circuit. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. Through the windshield, I could see Christopher's sleek black car three positions ahead of mine, his driving aggressive and precise as always. The mate bond hummed faintly between us—a connection that should have been our strength but had become nothing more than a hollow reminder of what we didn't have.

"Focus, Natalie," I whispered to myself, downshifting as the road narrowed. After my visit to Seraphina last night, something felt different. The witch's warning about today's race replayed in my mind: *You stand at a crossroads. Tomorrow's race may bring more than just victory or defeat.*

I pushed the thought away, concentrating instead on the hairpin turn ahead. This race meant everything to the Shadowridge Pack's standing. As Christopher's racing partner, I couldn't afford to make mistakes, even if my Alpha mate treated me as little more than a useful tool.

The radio crackled. "Omega, maintain your position. I'm making my move on the Cascade Alpha." Christopher's cold voice, using our mate link instead of the team channel so the others wouldn't hear his commanding tone.

"Copy that," I responded automatically, swallowing the hurt at being addressed by rank rather than name. Five years, and still this distance between us.

That's when I saw it—the Moonstone Pack's silver car swerving wildly ahead, smoke pouring from its engine. Stephanie Rivers was driving, her blonde hair visible through the window as she fought to control the vehicle. My heart sank. Of course she would be here, racing for her pack while simultaneously stealing my mate's attention.

Everything happened in slow motion after that. Stephanie's car spun out, clipping another vehicle. A chain reaction of collisions erupted across the narrow mountain road. Cars crashed into each other, metal screaming against metal. I slammed on my brakes, trying desperately to avoid the pileup, but the car behind me couldn't stop in time.

The impact sent my vehicle spinning toward the guardrail. Through the chaos, I saw Christopher's car skid to a halt. Our eyes met across the distance—his wide with shock, mine pleading for help. The mate bond flared between us, instinct calling him to protect me.

But then Stephanie's car burst into flames.

I watched as Christopher made his choice. With Alpha speed, he lunged from his vehicle toward Stephanie's burning car, using his supernatural strength to tear open her door and pull her to safety. Not once did he look back at me—his mate—as my car teetered on the edge of the ravine.

"Christopher!" I screamed through our bond, the betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound could.

For a split second, I felt his hesitation through our link. Then, deliberately, he severed the connection between us, his decision made. He had chosen Stephanie.

My car broke through the guardrail, and I was falling, tumbling down the steep ravine. The world spun in a kaleidoscope of green forest and blue sky. Metal crunched and glass shattered. Pain exploded through my body as the car rolled, each impact stealing my breath until darkness began to cloud my vision.

As consciousness faded, I thought I glimpsed a massive wolf racing down the slope toward me—impossibly large, with fur dark as midnight. Hallucination, surely. No wolf could be that size.

The last thing I felt was the car coming to rest upside down, gasoline pooling beneath me, the acrid smell filling my nostrils. The last thing I heard was the metal frame groaning as powerful jaws tore through it like paper.

Then strong arms were pulling me free, cradling my broken body against a warm chest. Through blood-matted eyelashes, I caught a glimpse of intense eyes staring down at me with concern I hadn't seen in years.

"Hold on," a deep voice murmured, so different from Christopher's cold commands. "I've got you now."

Flames erupted behind us as the stranger carried me away from the wreckage. With each step he took, the mate bond I'd shared with Christopher grew fainter, replaced by blessed numbness.

Darkness claimed me completely then, my last thought a strange mixture of pain and relief. Christopher had made his choice. And somehow, in the arms of this unknown savior, I was making mine.

I just didn't know if I would live long enough to see what came of it.

Continue to next part

I had ironed the tablecloths myself that morning. All forty-two of them. I'd started at five, before the kitchen staff arrived, because the rental company had delivered them with creases in the wrong places and I knew—I always knew—that Wesley would notice. The Black Moon Pack's annual banquet was the kind of event that reflected directly on the Alpha's household, and for four years, that household had been my responsibility in every way that mattered and none of the ways that counted. I'm Ashlyn Weaver. Omega. Wolfless. And for reasons I told myself were noble for longer than I care to admit, I had become the invisible engine behind everything Wesley Ellis called his. By seven that evening, the storm had arrived. Rain hammered the tall windows of the banquet hall while I moved between tables with a clipboard, confirming centerpiece heights and checking that the heating units were set to the precise sixty-eight degrees Wesley required.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

After My Husband Stole My Magic for His Mistress

8.8

The Plaza Hotel glittered like a diamond against the winter sky, its windows casting golden light onto the snow-covered streets of Manhattan. I stood at the entrance, my breath forming small clouds in the frigid air as I clutched my simple black gown tighter around my shoulders. "Kehlani Ross," the doorman announced, his voice echoing through the marble foyer. I stepped inside, expecting warmth but finding none. The grand ballroom of the Winter Gala stretched before me, a sea of crystal chandeliers and designer gowns, of polished suits and practiced smiles. The heating was turned up high, yet I shivered uncontrollably. "Is it really that cold?" A woman beside me murmured to her companion, eyeing my trembling form with a mixture of pity and disdain. I didn't answer. How could I explain that my coldness came from within? That giving away my Vital Essence had left me hollow, unable to regulate my own temperature?

Fantasy Modern Romance

8.1

After My Mate Betrayed Me, I Escaped

8.1

My hands trembled as I finished healing the last warrior, my energy nearly depleted after eighteen consecutive sessions. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and my wolf, Lyra, whimpered with exhaustion inside me. *Just one more, Victoria. Then we can rest.* I nodded, both to myself and to Lyra, as I placed my palms over the deep gash on Delta Carter's shoulder. The familiar warm glow emanated from my fingertips, sealing the wound until only a faint pink line remained where the rogue's claws had torn through flesh. "There," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "You're all set, Carter. Take it easy for the next day or so." The young Delta nodded gratefully. "Thank you, Dr. Hayes.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.7

My Family Regretted After Donating My Liver to the Fake Alpha's Daughter

7.7

On my eighteenth birthday, they branded me a bastard. My brother snarled, accusing me of stealing what wasn't mine. My mother spat venom, calling me a filthy wolf-just like my biological mother. My father stayed silent, his eyes dark. They forced me to give my liver to the "true daughter."of Silverpine Pack. After the transplant, I abandoned hope for their love. But they regretted it. My brother, trembling with fear, howled, begging for forgiveness. My mother sobbed, desperate for me to return. I bared my teeth and smiled. "Sure. But only in the next life."

Fantasy Werewolf Young Adult

9.7

Mated To The Cursed Alpha

9.7

She thought it was just a wounded animal. Until he turned into the most dangerous man she's ever seen... right in her living room. Dr. Elena Voss was just trying to save a dying dog. She didn't expect him to shift into a scarred, growling Alpha who claims they're fated... and that her touch is the only thing keeping his curse from killing him. He's not just a werewolf. He's the cursed Alpha of a collapsing pack. And she's not just human-she's an Empath, the last of a bloodline so powerful it was wiped out. Now? Everyone wants her dead. Hunters are closing in. Witches want her blood. And Kael-the dark, broken Alpha-wants her in every way imaginable. His body is addicted to her. Her power answers only to him. And every second she spends with him? She's one heartbeat closer to losing herself completely. But breaking his curse might kill her. Loving him definitely will. One touch awakened the bond. One lie could end everything. And the next blood moon? Could be her last.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.6

Moving on from My Mate

8.6

My hand tightened around the phone, my fingers trembling as I read the messages between Ezra Silvan, my mate, and his packmates. “The poor little she-wolf probably doesn’t even know your real mate, Lyra, is coming back,” Ezra’s Beta had commented. A cold ache settled in my chest. The "little she-wolf" they referred to was unmistakably me. I’d seen this before in Ezra’s conversations with his friends. And Lyra—his “real mate”—was a she-wolf of another pack? “What will you do when Lyra gets back?” Ezra’s Gamma asked. “She won’t put up with your little she-wolf.” “I’ll handle it,” Ezra replied, his words casual, almost too calm. My blood went cold. “Handle it”? Was that his way of saying he’d be rid of me? Before I could process that thought, another friend piped up. “You’re not planning to ditch her, are you?” “Can’t do that,” Ezra replied, as if it were a trivial matter. “She’s been in my bed for five years.” The chat filled with laughing emojis. My hand clenched into a fist. To Ezra and his pack, I was nothing but a placeholder—an inconvenience until Lyra returned. “Don’t be that guy, man. If Alpha Dorian finds out, you’re really in for it.” “What’s the problem?” came the dismissive reply. “If Dorian and his sister are fine with it, I can be Ezra’s mistress too.” My grip on the phone tightened until my fingers began to ache. I could barely breathe as I waited for Ezra’s response. “I’ll make it up to Cressida,” he wrote flatly, like he was signing off on a business deal. “After all, she’s been with me for five years.” The group exploded with more crude jokes. “She must perform great in bed if she’s stuck around this long, second only to Lyra.” “Of course. Cressida seems so obedient. It’s always the quiet ones who surprise you…”

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 2

You may also like