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Betrayed by My Fated Alpha

On the day of his mistress’s birthday, they baked a cake together in our home—our sacred territory, the Moonstone Pack’s Alpha house. It was a place that should have been safe, guarded by the pack’s warriors, yet it had been violated by her presence. Our young pup, Jax, barely eighteen months old, suddenly developed a high fever, his cries piercing through the night. To silence him, the mistress, Elodie Bishop, fed him a spiced honey cake laced with sleeping pills. It wasn’t just a cake—it was poison, disguised as a treat. Not long after, Jax was foaming at the mouth, his tiny body convulsing. By the time we rushed him to the pack’s healer, he had gone into shock, his life hanging by a thread. I confronted my mate, Alpha Jesse, demanding an explanation for how our pup had ended up this way. He stood there, his broad shoulders tense, his expression indifferent. “Pups get sick all the time, don’t they?” he said, his deep voice dismissive.
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Chapter 2

Jesse and I came together purely out of affection. We were trainees in the Moonstone Pack, learning the ways of our kind under the watchful eyes of our mentors. I first met him during a pack run, his towering frame and commanding presence impossible to ignore. Despite being the future Alpha, he was kind and humble, a rarity among those of his rank. We quickly became friends, sharing laughs and secrets during training. Over time, our bond deepened, and we became inseparable.

My family was of lower rank, while Jesse came from one of the most powerful Alpha lineages in the region. Determined to prove myself worthy of him, I worked tirelessly to rise through the pack ranks. Every time I returned late from patrols or training, he would show such concern. He used to say, “Vera, I promise I will always take care of you.” And he truly kept that promise—escorting me back to my quarters and taking me on moonlit runs during our breaks. We became the envy of the pack.

Three years later, Jesse pleaded with his family to let us mate. But Naomi, his mother and the Luna of the Silverclaw Pack, didn’t think I was suitable. She believed I lacked the right lineage and was nothing more than a distraction. Jesse knelt outside the pack hall for three days and nights, enduring the pouring rain until he collapsed from exhaustion and illness. He nearly died in the pack infirmary, leaving him with lasting health issues. Only then did Naomi relent, and we finally completed the mate bond, though she refused to allow a marking ceremony. It didn’t matter to me; being with him was enough.

As we stood before the pack elders to formalize our bond, Jesse’s eyes filled with tears. He spoke the sacred vow, his voice steady but laced with emotion: “I, Jesse Silverclaw, future Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, accept you, Vera Moonstone, as my mate, bound by the Moon Goddess’s will.” Tears streamed down my face as I responded in kind, my heart swelling with love. *Forever.* Yet a decade has passed since then. The Jesse who swore eternal love for me now lies to protect another she-wolf.

Brought back to the present, I realized Jesse was staring intently at me. His left cheek bore a large, angry red mark from the slap I had just given him. At that moment, his phone buzzed, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught the flashing caller ID. In an instant, I knew it was Elodie. Jesse hadn’t replied to her message yet.

Jesse answered the call, his voice instantly softening. “Okay, wait for me at home; I’ll be right there.”

“Alpha,” her voice trembled through the speaker, “it’s thundering outside. I’m scared. Please be careful.”

He acted as if I were invisible, soothing her while pulling on his jacket, preparing to leave. I said coldly, “Alpha, if you walk out that door, don’t ever come back.”

“Elodie, is Vera there? Then don’t come. Stay with her; she is mature and steady, unlike me. I’m scared of thunder, boohoo...” Her charming, tearful voice echoed through the phone. Jesse’s heart ached for her. He turned to glare at me fiercely, his alpha aura pressing down on me like a weight. “Stop this madness. I’ll be back soon.”

Before I could respond, he slammed the door and left.

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