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 7
Once I was out in the compound, the prince's beta opened the door for me, and I stepped in. The prince entered as well, and the door was slammed shut. "Your Highness, what about your mate?" I asked him because that was the sole cause of my issue back there.
He made a long face and still responded, "Is there an issue? She's in the hospital for what she caused herself."
"She really didn't cause that herself. If you've truly been away from her, then she could be broken by your actions. Why not draw closer to her? Did she commit an unforgivable crime? Then you two should sort it out so people will stop misunderstanding me." I said further, but he didn't even spare me a glance.
If he had feelings for me, he should have said it out already.
He hadn't been in the clan until two years ago, when his father appointed me the royal healer. That was when I came to be close to them, and also knew that he went to the Academy of Alpha Elites for his training as the future lycan king of the clan.
When the car had ridden far away from the clubhouse where I had been, he finally turned around and whispered to me, "Let's not talk about my mate. We look forward to that alpha king getting better."
I sighed and nodded, then averted my gaze through the window.
We reached the clan's infirmary and alighted, then I was taken straight to the ICU, which was locked up as they said surgeons were in there.
One of the healers I was familiar with passed by, and I called for his attention, "What is wrong with the alpha? Any idea?"
He knitted his brows and shook his head, "The clan councils are even pondering on sending them out of the clan, as a werewolf has no reason to be given intensive care in the clan....even though several healers had tried, but there was no positive result." he explained and patted my shoulder, leaving already before I could find my words.
Why would they want to send away the alpha when it was their pride to treat him?
The prince's beta came forward soon and announced that the clan councils were seeking an audience with me because of the issue at hand. It seemed that because of the alpha, the healer's attentions were all shifted from other patients. Then it meant that his condition was so terrible to be overlooked.
I reached the room where they were and took a seat, "Greetings, councils..." I bowed to them and crossed my legs together.
"We are discussing that you begin leaving, as the alpha should be taken away from here. The werewolves are too proud of themselves and wouldn't obey the lycans, so they should have nothing to earn from us," the chief council chairman said, and I didn't understand if they wanted me to discard a werewolf when I was one.
Another cleared his throat, "All the healers in this infirmary have tried their best, and even the surgeons in there are trying their best. We don't need such, because they would still pay us back with a war. If we had known that the lycan prince was going to pick you up, we wouldn't have allowed that."
"I have to do it..." I said to them, and they all glanced at themselves. "I'm very sorry, but if I don't save that life, I would be taunted by the moon goddess who gave me the ability. You could stop such from happening again, but that is after this time."
They kept whispering to themselves, and I still added, "You know, I was having my time with others when the prince brought me out. I shouldn't be here in vain, please. This isn't a matter of being a werewolf or not, I just have to save his life...even if his treatments will continue elsewhere."
While they were still murmuring among themselves, the lycan prince walked into the room and took his seats.
"The surgeons are out, and nothing has changed. He has a limited time, and I will feel so guilty if he dies here. So even if it isn't allowed, they are already here and were let in by the border warriors," the prince stated and then shifted his gaze to me. "We have to go in there, Annette. There's not much time left. We could discuss this again when you are done, and my father must be there."
I stood, and looking at their faces, they didn't seem to have any choice as I walked out with the prince.
Before we entered the ICU, one of the surgeons pulled out his mask and asked me, "Are you the famous healer they talked about here? I'd like to speak with you..."
I bowed lightly to him, "If that's the case, then it should be after I am done."
"No problem!" He watched until I locked the door of the room.
The prince went closer to the bed and raised the surgical drape, "Do you need any help? He's so unconscious..."
I walked closer to see where the patient had been wounded, and it wasn't a small one. His thighs were almost shattered with a weapon, and the side of his belly was still bleeding.
"He's an alpha, or he would have died already from the position of this," I muttered and reached closer to where the prince was, wanting to catch a glimpse of his face.
I narrowed my gaze once I turned his head to face the ceiling. I couldn't be dreaming, right?
"Is everything okay? He isn't dead, right?" The prince drew my attention, and I quickly checked his pulse to see how faint it was. "He's the alpha king of the Infinite Pride Pack..."
I turned around to him, "What happened to him? This is so brutal..."
"Their pack was attacked unexpectedly by rogues, and so while trying to save his people, ended up this way. The pack healers couldn't save him, and neither could all the healers in the werewolves' pack. I think they heard of the famous healer here and decided to bring him forth, so please save him."
Tears already gathered in my eyes. I just didn't like how I was feeling for someone who didn't care about me.
Who could believe he would be my patient one day?
I sniffed and said to the prince, "I will try my best. But could you try to awaken his wolf?"
He walked closer and touched his forehead, "Without his wolf...
"His wolf would help a lot. I think he's also unconscious." I said, and he nodded and then bit his index finger, which he began dropping his blood into his mouth.
This is my calling, and I would just walk away like in the past once I was done with him.
Alpha Samson did me dirty, but I couldn't watch him die because of the past.
"His wolf is awakened..." the prince said to me, and I nodded. "Would he help keep him alive?"
I nodded, "I'll have to change up." I said and left the ICU.
While I was putting on my surgical scrubs, the tears I'd held for a long time rolled down my cheek, and I quickly wiped them off. I shouldn't be doing this when I have already gotten rid of him from my life. I was still wolfless, so he wouldn't even regard me if he woke up...and I would have no reason to even give him my time.
I tied my hair into a knot, slid my gloves into my palms and then put on my mask.
For the last six years, I was his wolfless mate, and now, I was the famous healer he came for. I hoped he wouldn't cuss himself when he realised that I saved his life. So help me, moon goddess!
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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."