Bond Yet Untouched, My Mate Regretted His Affair
I was bound to Christopher Hale, a senior healer, for six years, but we never had the closeness most mates share-he hated touch.
On our fifth anniversary, I flew to Elthenia to surprise him, only to see him gently care for his ex-mate Brittany in the rain.
Heartbroken, I learned he'd long prioritized Brittany: his phone wallpaper was her, he'd fought for her, and he planned to settle in Elthenia for her.
After we broke our bond, I focused on my teaching, then met Daniel Hartman.
Christopher later regretted it, tried to win me back, and even attempted to end his life, but I'd moved on.
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Chapter 4
Walking out of the werewolf family court, the thin, weightless bond-breaking certificate in my hand felt like it belonged to another life. Christopher glanced at me. "Where you headed? I'll drive you."
Before I could answer, Brittany strode up. "Chris, I'm not feeling great. Let's head back."
He hesitated, looking at me. I shrugged. "Take her home. I'll grab a cab."
six years bound to him, I'd walked alone. Now, unbound, I didn't need his company. As I turned to go, he grabbed my hand. "Anything else?" I asked.
He faltered. "Take care of yourself."
I nodded, and as he let go, his eyes caught my bare ring finger. He froze. That ring had been on since our engagement, never off, not even in the shower. He opened his mouth, but Brittany cut in. "Lauren, thanks for being so understanding. Chris and I are heading back to Elthenia soon, and we'll bring his parents along. Let's keep things clean and not stay in touch."
I smiled, sharp. "Don't worry, I'm not like you. I don't chase what's already gone." Her jaw dropped as I climbed into a cab without a backward glance.
An hour later, I was home. First, I deleted every trace of Christopher's contact info. Second, I burned our binding ceremony photos. Third, I tossed his clothes, shoes, and toiletries. The house felt emptier, but I felt lighter, like I'd shed a heavy pelt.
I'd always feared losing him. Now that he was gone, I realized my world didn't change much without him. He wasn't vital.
Life went back to normal. Weekdays were school and home. I'd eat with colleagues in the cafeteria or order takeout with my bestie. Without Christopher's parents to care for, weekends were mine-tea with Dad, mahjong with Mom. Unbound, I was free. I could go anywhere, stay out late, delete Ilmaris Town's weather app, and stop obsessively checking my phone for his rare messages. No more agonizing over his scraps of affection or sleepless nights dreaming of his rejection. All the unhappiness tied to him vanished.
Sometimes, mutual friends mentioned him and Brittany in Elthenia. Hearing they weren't together didn't stir me. I'd moved on.
Over the next Seven months, I published papers and earned a top-tier teacher's title. Winter break came, and as I left school, I powered on my phone, swamped with 99+ notifications. The latest was from an unknown number: "It's me."
I looked up. Across the street stood Christopher, leaner, his sharp features colder, untouchable. Our eyes met, and he quickly stubbed out his cigarette. The school gate buzzed with wolf, but he pushed through, stopping in front of me. "Lauren, I regret it."
He looked different yet the same-white shirt, black slacks, icy demeanor. But my heart didn't skip anymore. "Regret what?" I asked, confused.
He held my gaze, voice soft. "Can we rebind?"
I shook my head, firm. "No way. I'm good on my own."
He blinked, surprised, then slipped back into his polished calm, a faint smile like a spring breeze. "How about dinner, then?"
He hadn't changed-always composed, graceful even in defeat. I didn't say no.
He drove a Bentley Bentayga. As I settled into the passenger seat, he leaned over to buckle my seatbelt. I froze. For six years, his aversion to touch kept us strangers despite our bond. Now, Seven months unbound, he was doing this? It felt wrong.
"Thanks," I mumbled, uneasy.
"No need," he said, eyes on the road.
I picked a cheap stew joint near school, expecting him to balk. He was a healer, always fussing about hygiene, avoiding hole-in-the-wall spots. But he didn't complain. We sat by the window, and I ordered my favorites-beef, pork, rabbit. I handed him the menu. "Your turn."
He looked startled, like he expected me to order for him like I used to. He added a few light veggie dishes.
The place was loud, a young couple nearby wiping down their utensils. Then Christopher took my silverware, clumsily rinsing it with teapot water. I stared, shocked. He handed it back, fingertips red, face blank.
"You don't have to do that," I said. "We're barely friends now. Just look out for yourself."
He didn't respond, instead saying, "Lauren, these past Seven months, I've thought a lot. I failed you as a mate. I'm sorry."
I wasn't expecting this. Words caught in my throat. He smiled gently, easing the tension. "No pressure. I turned down the institute's transfer. I'm staying here. My parents prefer it too-Elthenia's too quiet for them. And, honestly, I don't like the rain there either. Neither do you."
I snapped my head up, meeting his eyes-warm, tinged with guilt. I'd told him once, "I hate Ilmaris Town's rain." Yet he stayed there for Brittany, even planned to settle. Now he brought it up, as if it mattered.
The meal tasted bland, over quickly. At the door, he looked at me. "Lauren, as friends, can you unblock me?"
I paused, then said, "Only if you drop the rebinding talk and don't hassle me."
He nodded, a faint smile breaking through. "Deal."
I sighed, pulled out my phone, and unblocked him. His eyes lit up. He offered to drive me home, but I waved him off. Dinner with an ex-mate was enough. I wasn't signing up for more.
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9.0
I died alone in the medical wing giving birth to our son.
"Tell her to calm down and stop the theatrics."
Those were the last words my mate, the Alpha, said about me while I bled out.
Instead of passing on, my soul was tethered to the packhouse. I was forced to watch my best friend Seraphina seamlessly step into my life, taking my baby and my husband before my body was even cold.
To secure her place, she planted my blood-soaked birthing blanket in the woods to frame me for faking my own kidnapping.
Ryker swallowed her lies completely. He refused to send a search party, telling the entire pack my disappearance was just a pathetic plea for attention and money.
As a helpless ghost, I watched Seraphina brainwash my one-year-old son into calling her his mother and teach him to joyfully trample my beloved garden.
"Bad mommy ran away. Don't love Kaelen."
Hearing my own child parrot those venomous words was a dagger to my soul.
Whenever anyone questioned my absence, Ryker fiercely defended her, dismissing the desperate warnings of my loyal friends and his own elders.
The man I loved and died for treated my memory like a malicious joke, grateful for an excuse to replace me while living with my murderer.
But when Seraphina's mask finally slipped, and the horrifying truth of my death crashed down on him, it was far too late.
Seeing him crumble in agonizing regret brought me no comfort.
I no longer wanted his love or his desperate apologies.
Now, I only wanted his absolute ruin.
8.0
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On the day my daughter turned five, my husband Carter finally came home-with his mistress and a child who looked exactly like him.
He introduced me as the "mother of his child," not his wife, while my own parents fawned over his illegitimate daughter to secure a business merger.
I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer, leaving me with months to live, yet no one cared.
The breaking point wasn't my illness, but seeing Carter slap our daughter across the face because she refused to give her first-place ribbon to his mistress's child.
"She disrespected me! I have a right to discipline my own daughter!"
He thinks I' m just a dying, discarded wife who will fade away quietly to make room for his new family.
He' s wrong.
I have three months left to live, and I' m going to spend every second of it burning his empire to the ground.
My funeral will be the stage for his destruction.
7.6
For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care.
The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him.
"Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side.
As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute living a life designed for Isabella. Every gift, every gesture, was an echo of her tastes.
He never saw me. To him, I wasn't his wife; I was a possession. An obligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dependent to ever fight back. He believed I couldn't survive without him.
He thought I would just run and hide. He was wrong.
You don't escape a man like Dante Moretti. He would hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of love, but out of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing there, drenched and abandoned, I made a new vow: I wouldn't just leave him. I would burn his entire world to ash.
9.5
Clara had to die once to see who truly surrounded her-traitors and opportunists everywhere.
After her rebirth, she swore to make her enemies pay.
Her fiancé mocked, "You think you deserve me?"
She punched him and ended the engagement.
Her stepsister played innocent, but Clara shut her down with a cold retort. "Stop pretending! I'm tired of your little act!"
They called her a loser, but Clara didn't bother defending herself. Instead, she revealed her real power: superstar, racing champion, and secret mogul.
When her masks fell, chaos erupted.
Her ex begged, and the crime lord claimed her, but Clara had already conquered them all.
7.7
I, Rachel, was reborn after Nicholas-my childhood sweetheart and mate-let me and our pup die in my last life. This time, he brings home Kayla, who manipulates him to torment me. I stay calm, secretly signing a bond-breaking agreement, ending my unborn pup's life and planning escape.
Kayla stages accidents to win Nicholas's trust, while he ignores my pain, even having me beaten. After the bond ends, I flee to Argentia. Nicholas, learning Kayla's lies, punishes her and begs for forgiveness-breaking his legs, broadcasting apologies- but I refuse.
The 18-year-old Nicholas visits, spending a final day with me before vanishing to save me from a car crash. I move on, traveling the world, while Nicholas lives alone with our memories.
8.7
"Stay the fuck away from me." He rasped.
My breath hitched.
The' Proper Tycoon' was gone. Hearing him curse was like hearing a statue scream, it was a total breakdown of his carefully constructed reality and it lit a fire inside me.
"You think this is a game?" he seethed, his chest heaving against mine. "You think you can just show up in my park, show up at my friend's club, and play with my son to get what you want?"
"I'm not playing, Arthur." I whispered, my voice thick. I leaned my head back against the pillar, exposing the line of my throat. "I'm offering you a good service."
I looked him dead in the eye, my lips pulling into a slow, defiant smirk. I shifted my hips forward, feeling the heat radiating off his thighs.
His gaze dropped to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. His grip on my arms tightened just a fraction. "I want you to disappear back into whatever gutter Caspian Beaumont found you in."
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
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