His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer
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What if the mate you waited for two years chooses your sister as his luna instead of you? Would you agree to be his mistress like he wanted?
This was Annette's fate. Being the unloved daughter of the family, mistreated and bullied wasn't enough. Now her mate called her 'useless' and wasted her two years of hope.
Be the alpha's mistress or the prime minister's seventh wife...
Annette chose none and escaped from the pack. When she becomes the famous healer in the lycan clan and all over the world, then crosses paths with the mate who betrayed her, what would be her fate?
Will she accept back the mate who had searched for her for over a year, or finally end their matebond?
His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer Chapter 1
Annete.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Standing beside me was my sister, Isobela, wearing the same dress as me. Shocks drained the blood from my face, and I took a good look at my body. "Isobela?!" I mentioned, sparing her a glance, but she only knitted her brows, standing with her head high.
A lump formed in my throat. I fumbled with the fabric of the dress, my heart palpitating.
The hall had broken out in a murmur. Watching two sisters stand before the priestess while waiting for the alpha king to show up was the worst view ever. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on with my sister.
I turned and looked around in search of my parents, and when I found them sitting comfortably, their facial expressions said it all. They weren't shocked. They knew about what was happening and seemed to have prepared for it.
With my hope draining gradually, I grabbed Isobela's hand, my lips quivering, "What are you doing right now? It's my coronation and mating ritual....so why are you dressed in the same clothes as mine?" My voice trembled, and I knew she could see through my fear.
I was the forbidden daughter of the Lowells. My father was the pack general, and we were all betas, but I was the only wolfless werewolf in the family. As the eldest, I was expected to do a lot, but when I couldn't even find my wolf to transform on my eighteenth birthday, the molestation from my family heightened.
My sister would bully me with her friends. I wasn't sent to college and was more inferior than the servants in our house. I would take the blame for Isobela's mistake, get punished for her accusations, and was threatened to be disowned if I ever mentioned that I was part of the family.
In the whole Infinite Pride Pack, no one knew I was the eldest daughter of General Lowell. They thought I was one of the servants, and no matter how much I tried to please them, all was to no avail. Several times, I asked why I was treated as inferior when I was part of the family, only to be whipped and starved for days.
Henceforth, I embraced my fate and assumed it was what the moon goddess wanted.
My sister had her wolf, performed so well in high school, and was sent to college. Whereas I, who had wanted to be a pack healer, was ignored and told that I was useless.
Isobela took away everything from me. She made sure I wasn't happy and had peace; she hates it when I rest too. I barely slept up to four hours the whole day, and I would work my ass out just so I do not look proper. In her words, she hated that I was her sister and was a disgrace to her, so she made sure every one of her friends bullied me so much until I wished for death.
And now, she was wearing my coronation dress, standing with me on the only special day of my life.
I had found my mate when I was nineteen years old, the alpha king of our pack, Samsom Brooks. He was a cold alpha, mean, but played his role so well. When he insisted on not meeting up with me until we are bonded, I agreed. Just a few weeks ago, I turned twenty-one and still didn't find my wolf, but he never rejected me. No one knew we were mates until seven days ago when he announced it to my family, and the fact that our mating ritual and my coronation were going to take place.
Within me, leaving my family was going to be the best thing to ever happen to me. Even though I hadn't had a moment with my mate, each time we met coincidentally, the way he looked at me awakened the butterflies in my belly. He didn't want anyone to know of the matebond, or maybe because he was scared of being distracted from his role, but just his eyes on me showed how he cherished me, even though I was a wolfless beta.
He hired the best fashion designer in the human land to weave my dress, but seeing the one Isobel was putting on, it looked like the same person weaved it too. My shoes, the jewelry, were all the same. That alone, my heart tightened in bitterness.
Must she steal my happiness today, too? This was the day I would hold my mate's hand, look him in the eyes, and make my mating vows...and she wanted to ruin my mood?
Seeing that no one, not even the councils of the pack, was saying something about the two of us, I thought it was better to be calm and watch how the drama unfolded. Only she and our parents knew what the plan was, but in the end, I would be Luna, and she would be ashamed for the first time.
In the next few minutes, the gong rang thrice, and then the alpha's beta announced to everyone, "Hail thee, the alpha king!!!"
Everyone stood to their feet, heads bowed, and they all chorused, "Hail thee, the alpha king!!!"
I couldn't contain my smile, staring at my mate's figure as he walked closer to where I stood. As usual, he looked attractive enough for any woman to fall for him. I saw the grin on his lips and how he gazed at me like the other days.
We stayed hidden for two years, and I thought it was worth it. Now, we would be bound before everyone, and I would be crowned his luna.
I nearly forgot that my sister was standing beside me, not until one of the pack ministers stepped out before the alpha king and bowed, then pointed at us, "Is the alpha king claiming two females at once? We can't wait to see who will be your luna..."
He adjusted his tie and walked closer, standing before the two of us. He glanced at our faces, his smile being so visible at that moment. "Both of them are sisters!!" he stated, and the man standing before him shuddered.
I rolled my eyes and then glanced at Isobel. I wondered what he was up to, because my parents didn't need such an announcement.
"But one of them is wolfless..." he added again and moved his eyes from me to Isobel. My fingers dug into my palm, and I lost control of my heartbeat that moment. He hadn't ever mentioned my condition until now, and that made my heartbeat spike.
He closed the distance between us and first took my hand. My eyes suddenly became watery watching as he kissed the back of my palm, then dropped it back. "She is the first child of General Lowell, but wolfless and useless to the pack."
The last four words sank into my ears like a bomb. I looked at him, and he only had a cold expression and a glint of danger in his eyes.
What did he mean? If he could call me useless, then does it mean...
"Her name is Annette, and she is my mate." I paused my thought the moment he said that, and watching as the crowd gathered broke into a loud murmur made my teeth quiver. I didn't want to guess what he was up to, but my chest rose and fell with force as though it would burst. "Unfortunately, I can't have a wolfless beta as my luna...."
A scorching heat enveloped me. My belly dropped in force.
My knees buckled, but I tried to hold out there.
Did I just hear him well? Was it why he didn't want anyone to know of our matebond?
When the crowd went calm a bit, he let go of my hand, and without glancing at me, walked towards my sister Isobel. He took her two hands; the smiles he wore were more sincere than the ones he gave me. I was too stupid to think those little smiles from the first person to show me were genuine.
I was carried away by my ignorance. I should have known that hiding me was proof that I wasn't worthy to be his.
"Isobel will be my chosen mate, and Luna, while my wolfless mate will be my mistress," he declared, and the crowd let out an applause, all hailing him for his wisdom. My heart trembled.
I felt so stupid standing there. Again, my sister and parents succeeded in taking my happiness away from me. I wanted the ground to just open and have me in, because the shame was too much for me to contain.
Two years of fake hope, waiting for someone who thought I only deserved to be his mistress.
My fingers fidgeted beside me. I barely breathed with how heavy my chest became.
Never! I wasn't going to be a mistress. I won't!!
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Yvette whispered softly, but the resolve in her heart was unshakable.
Her heart shattered as she witnessed the wedding of Aaron-the man she had loved for so long, the very same adoptive brother who once gave her a sense of home-to another woman.
It was no secret.
Aaron knew how she felt.
And yet, he still chose to marry someone else... as if Yvette's love had never meant a thing.
Just when she tried to accept that painful reality, she uncovered a truth far more devastating.
Belinda... was not as kind as she seemed.
The cunning hidden behind her gentle smile only made it harder for Yvette to let go-only strengthened her belief that the man she loved had fallen into the wrong hands.
The love she had once buried deep within her heart had now twisted into something far darker.
An obsession.
Yvette no longer wished to surrender.
She would take back what was meant to be hers... by any means necessary.
Even if it meant destroying their marriage.
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
9.7
Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation.
Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
8.3
Ayleen Ramirez sat in the sterile Hope Hill Fertility Clinic, her heart shattering as Dr. Finch delivered the crushing news: her third IVF cycle had failed.
Eavesdropping outside a supply closet, she overheard her husband Don on the phone, laughing cruelly. "She's a defective incubator," he sneered to his mistress Alessandra. "I never used my sperm—just cheap bank donation. No trailer trash carries a Bradley heir."
Betrayed, Ayleen confronted him, but her adoptive family ambushed her at home. Her parents and brother sided with Alessandra, now pregnant by Don, demanding Ayleen sign divorce papers to secure family investments. "You're an embarrassment," her mother snapped, threatening to cut her trust fund. Ayleen tossed back their heirloom necklace and walked out.
She stormed the Bradley mansion, slapped divorce papers on Don, packed her bags amid his aunt's insults, and fled into the night.
Drunk in a trendy bar, she stumbled into a powerful stranger—Burdette Guerrero—spilling whiskey on his crotch, then accidentally grabbed a napkin to his trousers. He shoved her away in rage.
Worse, she mistook his penthouse suite for her hotel room, bursting in on his shower, smashing a mirror in panic. He pinned her to the wall, snarling accusations.
How did this arrogant man know her name? Why demand she sign a mysterious contract at 9 a.m.? Devastated and clueless she's actually pregnant—with his stolen heir—Ayleen sobbed alone, the world crumbling.
The next morning, she straightened her spine in the Grand Guerrero lobby, ready to face him and demand answers—no matter the cost.
9.8
Four years ago, I was drugged on a luxury yacht and ended up pregnant with twins.
I raised them in secret, enduring my stepfamily's daily abuse, until the billionaire West family patriarch cornered us at the airport.
He instantly recognized my son's face—an exact replica of his ruthless grandson, Bernardo West.
My malicious stepmother and stepsister immediately leaked to the press that I was a delusional gold-digger using fake kids to trap a billionaire.
They wanted the West family to destroy me to save their own social standing.
Bernardo himself looked at me with pure disgust, demanding a DNA test.
"If you ever lie to me, I will take the children, and I will make you wish you were never born."
I didn't want his money. I was a victim of that night too, left with a crescent-shaped bite mark on my collarbone and zero memory of who set us up.
Why did someone drug us? And how could I protect my babies from a corporate predator who could crush me with a snap of his fingers?
But when the DNA test came back 99.9999% positive, I didn't cower.
I showed him the scar he left on me, looked the most dangerous man in the country right in the eye, and made my demand.
"If you want to claim your heirs, you have to marry me."
