
His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer
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?
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Chapter 3
That night, I noticed the kinda preparation that was taking place in my father's house like an event was going to take place sometime later. All the servants were so busy, and when I approached the head servant to assign me a task, she smiled for the first time and said to me, "The general had ordered that you not work tonight and only get set for tomorrow's event."
Tomorrow's event? I couldn't even come to believe it immediately, that my father meant it when he said that he would marry me off to that man of a great age as a seventh wife, since I refused to be my mate's mistress.
And to sum it all up, no one from the palace had even come for me to bring me over to the palace as per my mate's order.
My chest tightened in disgust. Why didn't I see this coming? How did I think my mate would cherish me, unlike every other person? I was still useless to him, like the others think, that was why he couldn't even come for me, to persuade me into being his mistress. If I meant at least a drop of meaning to him, he would plead that I take the position.
Well, even if he pleaded, I wouldn't accept it. I had never seen myself as a mistress even before I met him, and wouldn't become one for him.
I turned around from the head servant immediately and went back to my room. The servants were all roaming from one end to another, and that could tell that I wouldn't stay past the next day's sunrise.
What would I do? I promised myself to bring an end to all these. If I stayed here any longer, I was going to be thrown into hell as a seventh wife, and no one would come to my rescue. I wouldn't love to serve a man far older than me and cruel too, until he kills me as he does to the other women.
I was restless in my room, biting my finger and trying to come up with a plan that wouldn't put me in more trouble.
By midnight, the only idea I had was to run away from the pack, but I checked all my belongings, and the only worthy thing to sell was my mating ritual dress. I didn't have a penny, and I was sure that life outside there would be hard.
If I leave, my parents would have no one to sell off again, and I would see no reason to return to this pack or be part of this family again.
I decided to go ahead with the plan at the end, so I picked up a few of my dresses that would cover my nudity, and then the finest dress, which I would sell off and get some quick cash. I would go into a faraway pack where they would find it difficult to think of me going.
Due to how busy the night was, no one ever suspected my move. I went through the back gate and left the compound, and of course, they wouldn't find me easily since I didn't have a wolf.
I was done being the neglected child of the family, being a bulletproof to those that don't regard me, taking on messes from people who wish I wasn't part of them. I felt no single pity that I was leaving, not until I sighted the palace house and Alpha Samson's face flashed through my mind.
I choked on my sob and covered my mouth, taking deep swallows and exhaling heavily to not reveal myself.
We spent no memories together as lovers, I never for once visited him or stepped my feet in that palace, because I was patiently waiting for when he would feel great to do so. He hid me under the shadows, only locking eyes with me, and sending those warm smiles that brighten my day, no matter how hectic it was.
The times he came to my father's house, he asked to see all the servants, just so he would see my face before leaving. Those glints of love and affection in his eyes always, those soft smiles at the corner of his lips that I alone saw all the time, gave me a hope that I hadn't gotten all through my life.
He never said a word to me, and I understood. There was no way to mindlink me because I didn't have a wolf. He gave me those expressions until yesterday, when I became useless to him. His betrayal was the worst. It would have been better if it were another person he chose and not my family.
Right now, my sister would be lying in his arms, happy that she had stolen my mate from me, too.
I didn't realise that I'd been sobbing until I heard the snarling of a wolf behind me. I shuddered, glancing around, only to notice that there were more than one, but not facing me. They seemed to be quarrelling in their wolf form, so I took to my heels, running as much as I could until I got out of the pack house.
I had covered my head with a veil, so no one would find out who I was so easily. I trekked until I reached an abandoned house away from the packhouse, then I sneaked in.
As expected, the house was empty and chilly. I just needed to stay there until daybreak, when I would board a taxi that would drive me out of the pack quickly. I held the dress so tightly to my body, not wanting to sleep, so I would not get caught.
That night was the worst for me ever. Every one of my thoughts was about my mate and my family's betrayal.
'They crossed the line. Since they hated me that much, leaving me to my mate was the last thing they could have done for me.' I thought, sniffed and rested my head on the wall. 'But they thought I wasn't worthy enough to be Luna, rather Isobel.'
I let out a heavy breath and shook my head. Henceforth, I have no family or mates. The moment Alpha Samsom chose my sister, our bond was partially severed. I hope to never meet any of them in the future.
I stayed awake until the sky began brightening up, then I left the building. For not being harmed in that building, even when I didn't know what was in it, I thanked the goddess and ran off. It didn't take long for me to find a taxi, and I asked him for the farthest pack after ours.
"Young lady, I am a human. But I think the lycan clan is far away from here. Are you traveling?" he asked and turned to watch me, but I nodded, wearing a fake smile. "The summit clan is very far."
I sniffed and nodded, "Then, how much would it cost? Will this dress be worth the price?" I brought out the dress I was holding, and he grabbed it from me.
After taking a good look, he shoved it back and nodded. "I would resell it when I get back to my land. But if I may ask, is there any problem that you are leaving your pack?"
I shook my head. The humans and werewolves interfere a lot. We also live in each other's land, which was why going to the human land would be my last option. "Well, I am an orphan, and things aren't working out here. I just need to change my location to see if I can make a living for myself."
He nodded and started the car. "That's a nice point. If that's the case, then I have someone in the lycan clan who could help you. She's a human too and resides in the lycan clan. So I wonder if you would accept being a bartender."
Bartender? I hadn't heard of such a thing, but I thought it would be a great privilege.
"You will get paid very well and can make a living off the salary. With my influence, she could pay you more," the man added while the car was riding at a high speed.
I stayed quiet while contemplating the job role. Maybe I shouldn't reject it until I reach the lycan clan, nor should I bring up any more discussions with him. We were strangers to each other, and it was best if I didn't lose my composure and say things to him too much.
When we drove to the pack border, he whispered to me, "They are searching for a certain female who should have been their alpha's mistress. According to them, she went missing from the pack house last night, and both her parents and the alpha king had ordered that no werewolf should leave the pack without being properly searched."
My heart dropped instantly, and I tapped him, "Please, drop me off. I have issues with the gamma at the borders, and they could punish me with this opportunity." My voice was shaky, and sweat formed on my forehead.
It hadn't been so long since daybreak, and they already noticed that I had left. There was no way I would return there after all these...I can't let them catch me.
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7.5
I spent three weeks scrubbing carbonized grease off woks at the Jade Garden, hiding my elite tactical training behind raw knuckles and a practiced, submissive stutter. My mission was the only thing keeping me sane: finding my sister, Elena, who vanished into thin air after her phone last pinged near the city’s Restricted Sector.
The breakthrough came when my boss, a bully named Uncle Wong, forced me to take a delivery to 101 Blackwood Drive—a high-security fortress where the drivers whispered that people went in and never came back right. It was a geographic match for Elena's last known location, but as I rode my battered scooter toward the massive steel gates, I realized I wasn't just investigating a lead; I was walking into a spider's web.
The mansion was a monolith of cold concrete and military-grade surveillance, owned by Hugh Bradford, a billionaire who controlled the city’s elite like puppets. During my delivery, the magnetic locks hissed shut, the lights died, and I was plunged into absolute darkness with a predator who didn't want my money. Bradford pinned me against a stainless steel counter and did something unthinkable: he sank his teeth into my shoulder, using the rhythm of my frantic pulse to anchor his own fractured mind.
I escaped with a bruised neck and a thousand-dollar "tip," feeling the crushing weight of his violation and the terrifying realization that my "clumsy immigrant" act hadn't fooled him for a second. I didn't understand why a man of his power would treat a delivery girl like a biological drug, or what he had done to the other girls who had vanished behind those black glass walls.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized I was being hunted by a man who could buy and sell my life a thousand times over.
"You're terrified," he had whispered in the dark, and for the first time in years, I wasn't faking it.
Back in my apartment, I found a note tucked inside the cash that confirmed my worst fears:
"For the inconvenience. See you Tuesday."
He thinks he’s found a new toy to play with, but he just gave me the one thing I needed to find my sister—an invitation to go back inside and finish what I started.

9.2
"Isabella this is the right time for you to choose between me or Hector, because any one you choose now will be your husband till the contract end."
"Think well Isabella don't make mistake."
She spilled coffee on the wrong man.
Isabella Ramirez is drowning in debt, exhaustion, and fear-working double shifts to keep her dying mother alive. One mistake in a crowded café brings her face-to-face with Alejandro De La Vega, a billionaire feared for his cold heart and ruthless power.
His punishment is cruel.
His offer is worse.
One year as his wife in exchange for her family's freedom.
But inside his mansion, Isabella learns that marriage without love is a cage. Betrayal hides behind charming smiles.
A former wife returns with secrets. A cousin watches from the shadows. And the contract that binds her may destroy her heart.
When lies explode and power turns brutal, Isabella must choose between survival and love-before she loses herself completely.
Tropes
Contract Marriage
Poor Girl × Billionaire CEO
Forced Proximity
Inheritance Deadline
Emotional Abuse & Redemption
Love vs Power
Public Scandal
Love Triangle
One True Love

7.3
Five years ago, he had abandoned her, betrayed her, destroyed her company when she had trusted him and needed him the most.
Five years later, Evelyn was back for revenge. She would return everything he had done to her tenfold, and to do that, she needed to live in the same house with him again.
"Ex-husband, let's sign a marriage contract again!" Evelyn demanded after barging into her ex-husband's party.
"Okay."
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She had sworn to frustrate and destroy his life as they live under the same roof but who can tell Evelyn why everything was different from what she had expected?
Who was this man cajoling her every request? Why is her ex-husband who's supposed to be an enemy looking at her dotingly?
Ex-husband, this was supposed to be a fierce revenge battle, not a love battle!

7.9
Ten minutes. That was how close I was to handing my fiancé the keys to a three-hundred-million-dollar empire built on my code.
But when I walked into the office, his mistress was sitting in my chair, spinning the pen I bought him for our anniversary.
Caleb didn't even look up. He told me the investors wanted stability, not a pregnant woman. He called our unborn child a "liability" and ordered security to escort me out of the building I paid for.
I went home to pack, only to find a burner phone hidden in the closet. The texts were brutal. He called me an "incubator." He said once the deal was signed, he’d take the baby and dump the "nerd."
When he caught me with the phone, he didn't apologize. He dragged me by my hair and threw me into the soundproof panic room to keep me quiet until the deal closed.
"Caleb, please! I'm bleeding!"
I pounded on the steel door until my hands were raw. But he just locked it and went to eat pizza with his mistress.
Alone in the dark, on the freezing concrete, I felt the life inside me slip away. He hadn't just stolen my company; he had killed my child.
He thought I was broken. He thought I was just "the help." But he forgot one thing: I built the security system he was trying to sell.
Three days later, I rolled my wheelchair into his victory press conference, flanked by his biggest rival.
"Do you trust your new code, Caleb?"
"Because I wrote the backdoor. And I just opened it."

8.9
"Are you sure, Jake? I can be a very bad girl," I purred sexily, brushing my hands lightly over his pants. He stiffened and grabbed my hands.
"Bad girls get punished," He snarled.
"Would you like to punish me then?"
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7.9
I sat in a private hospital suite that cost more than a luxury car, watching the green line on my daughter's heart monitor struggle to climb.
Everything shattered when a hospital administrator accidentally dropped a folder, revealing a document with my husband's unmistakable signature. Darius Brandt had personally authorized the "reallocation" of our daughter's donor kidney to his mistress's son just to secure a multi-million dollar corporate merger.
When I confronted him, Darius didn't even blink, calling our daughter's life a "liquidated asset" before offering me a five-million-dollar settlement for my silence. In a blind rage, I set our penthouse on fire, choosing to burn with the proof of his betrayal rather than live another day as his puppet.
As the flames consumed the room, I couldn't understand how a father could put a price tag on his own child's life. How could he look at our dying daughter and see nothing but a resource to be traded for a European distribution network?
But the heat suddenly vanished, replaced by the scent of expensive perfume and the muffled sound of a string quartet.
I opened my eyes to find myself staring into a gold-framed mirror at the Brandt Charity Gala, exactly eight years in the past.
It was the night my nightmare first began, the night I was framed and forced into a marriage that would eventually kill my child.
"I see you, Darius," I whispered to my reflection as I applied a coat of blood-red lipstick.
"And this time, I'm not the prey."