
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 9
CPR was just to keep him from losing all breath, so I hastened up and carried the defibrillator with me to the ambulance, where the nurses were. Once I arrived, they shifted, and I struggled all by myself to shock his heart as it would fasten in bringing back his pulse.
"I'm going to help you. Should I increase it?" The healer who had approached me before I entered the ICU showed up at a dime hour when I didn't think of getting any help.
I nodded as I shocked his heart once again. "Increase it!" I yelled, my breath so raspy and tears struggling in my eyes.
This went on until I finally succeeded in reviving his pulse, then I turned to the nurses whose facial expressions were just so pitiful. "Take him back to the ICU. I'll be there soon."
They joined hands to roll the stretcher, and the other healer helped me with the defibrillator.
I canceled my return home because I needed to look into his situation. I still didn't understand how he went into such a state when his pulse was stable before I left.
Along the hallway, the lycan prince showed up from nowhere, his expression suddenly cold. "Are you a healer of yourself, or are you working for the clan? We don't take werewolf healers, but we gave you that chance, and...
"I work for the clan, but with the ability I was blessed with by the moon goddess. The clan didn't train me for free; Aunt Penelope spent tons of money to see me through college, just so I would be a certified healer and save lives. Why did you change your mind suddenly? You wanted him to survive badly..." I stated, my voice was so weak as I had just stressed myself.
He breathed out and licked his lips, "Well, the lycan king has ordered that he be taken away from the clan...and if you insist on treating him, then you're leaving too..." he said, and just when I was about to respond to him, he added, "But I don't want that happening. Annette, you have to let go of him."
I shook my head because I wasn't treating him as a mate but as a patient who needed to survive.
Finding the cure to that poison could take a lot, but I would go to all levels, because it would also be beneficial to them.
"I'm sorry, my prince. His people need him, so this is all I can do. What if I lose my gift because I refused to save someone? Don't you understand my point? I just told you that leaving the clan has never crossed my mind, so you shouldn't...
"Then you won't administer the treatment. I just don't want you near him anymore," he cut me short, his voice commanding.
I couldn't stand it and looked him straight in the eyes. "What is it about you just now? How am I supposed to treat him without showing up? Don't pretend that you don't know that the other healers stay away from me."
"Then..." he closed the distance between us. "You have to reject him first. If he sought your presence when he's healed, you're going to mention that we are engaged. Do you agree?"
My jaw dropped in shock. I had thought that he found out about our matebond with his lycan ability.
"What about your mate? Are you planning to dump the innocent lady?" I shifted aside his position, because I could still feel the pain of my mate's betrayal. So, how would that lady survive if he did this? "My prince, you have to stop what you're planning already. I'm not mates with that alpha, nor am I interested in any man...so don't even think of claiming me."
He scoffed, "You're telling lies. I felt the connection between you two, so not like I was told. I'd known Samson a long time, and although he wasn't a rival, we weren't friends either. I heard of him choosing his mate's sister because his mate is wolfless, but I didn't bother to know who his mate was until now." he lowered his upper body to fit in. "You're the mate he dumped, and you escaped into this clan...so I'm not letting you go with him again. If you refuse to reject him, then I won't let you treat him."
Without letting me speak, he brushed shoulders with me and walked away.
I stood immobile, staring into the airy space, and my mind was blank.
What could this be called? He has a mate and wants to abandon her because of me, and then they would be thinking that I used a spell on him. Why would he be doing this? There was no way I could sever the mate bond since I didn't have a wolf, and Aunt Penelope advised that I don't reach out to a witch doctor, as it turns out to be black magic in the future and could take our lives.
If I also let him die, I could pass on too, because the bond wasn't severed properly. But in all, I didn't want it to be served because I wasn't interested in another mate.
I'd known the prince was picking interest in me when he was coming closer to me and slowly shifting his attention, and I hoped to refuse him if he ever brought it up.
Most times, I even lied to him just so he wouldn't come closer to me and pay a visit. Not because he wasn't good-looking, but I had finally become Androphobic.
That I was trying to save Alpha Samson wasn't because I had feelings for him anymore, but for my own safety, too. I also do not need to overlook an enemy when I was given this gift to work with it.
After so much thought that yielded nothing, I went over to the ICU, and the nurses and the one doctor were still there.
"I am Healer Xavier, but I'm mostly a surgeon. We brought out the many bullets in his wounds and the metals we found too, but no matter what we did, his bleeding did not stop, nor could his flesh be stitched. How did you do it?" Xavier asked while I reached out to the unconscious body and took a good look at him.
No matter how much I tried not to feel pity for his condition, I still found myself wishing he would just get up again like in the past. What kind of attack was set up for him, and keeping him this way? I still didn't understand why a family doesn't care about their son...even the Luna he replaced me with.
I heaved out and turned to Xavier, "The prince helped awaken his wolf, and his wolf helped to do the rest. His wound was poisoned, and healing him could take a long time, because there's no cure for such a poison."
"For real? What's that?"
"Venom rogue poison. I hadn't heard of it, but it's too toxic, and I can say he has to be a strong wolf to have survived it." I breathed out and turned to the nurses, "Are the researchers still at work?" I asked, and they nodded. "I have to see them because I will need their help. But there is something that should be done immediately to help sustain him and his wolf."
With the help of Xavier and the nurses who didn't seem interested in leaving like the others, since I was the healer in charge, I was able to extract blood samples that would be used to study the venom's composition, then I placed a cold compressor on every part where he had injuries to slow down the venom's circulation.
I left for the research lab where they would use the blood sample, and we would find out how the poison would be treated. But the moment I stepped out to return to the ICU, two gamma lycans approached me and handcuffed my hands backwards.
"What's the meaning of this?" I asked them calmly, taking a look at their faces.
One of them answered while they dragged me along with them as people watched, "His majesty ordered your arrest for going against the clan healers association's rules to treat a werewolf who was once a traitor to the clan."
A traitor? That's a fat lie! Samson was never a traitor.
They dragged me into the car they had come in, only to see the lycan prince staring at me like I was a criminal. "Your highness, what's going on?"
"My father gave an order, and there's nothing I could do about it."
But I saw the lies in his words.
He was behind this, just so I wouldn't treat Samson, because he knew no healer would approach him there, and he would eventually be taken out of the clan.
"Stop the car, I'm going to reject him," I said, with a heavy chest, praying inwardly that he does not initiate bringing the clan priestess to sever the bond entirely.
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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."