Hunted By My Fated Mate

Rocky Brown was a rising star in the Blue Pack, admired by many, regardless of rank or age.

It wasn’t unusual for someone to carry something with his scent on it—it could’ve been anyone. The embroidered belt didn’t narrow down the suspect.

The situation quickly spiraled into chaos.

Rocky’s face darkened as he snatched the belt, his fingers curling tightly around the fabric. His name was stitched neatly across it, undeniable proof of someone’s misplaced affection.

No one in the pack dared to claim it.

Alpha Ryan’s voice was icy, cutting through the tension. "Your pack never ceases to amaze me. Cowardly and spineless, yet bold enough to act but not to own up to it."

I couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire, whispering, "Rocky, be honest for once. Own up to it."

Rocky crushed the belt in his fist, his jaw tight. "Alpha, you were attacked in the Cursed Woods, weren’t you? There’s bound to be evidence there."

Ryan nodded, his expression unreadable. "Yes. Then go and find it."

Elder Nelson, ever the one for a spectacle, chimed in with a chuckle, "Why not make it a group effort? Many hands make light work!"

I agreed, seizing the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

This was the perfect chance to escape unnoticed.

Before we set off, I packed enough cash and quietly left a note explaining my departure.

…

The moment Alpha Ryan stepped into the Cursed Woods, the entire area fell silent.

Not a chirp from the crickets, not a single birdcall.

I kept my mouth shut too.

We followed Ryan’s lead, his boots leaving deep imprints in the soft earth until we reached a patch of trampled grass.

He pointed to the broken shrubs and crushed foliage with unsettling calm.

"Here."

Rocky crouched down, picking up a torn piece of a herb pouch from the chaos.

"This belongs to a healer. It should carry the scent of its owner… I’ll find out who it is soon enough."

Before he could finish his sentence, the forest erupted into chaos. Birds and small creatures scattered in every direction.

Then, the ground beneath us gave way with a deafening roar.

Elder Nelson shouted, "Damn it! I completely forgot about the sinkhole beneath the Cursed Woods!"

This was it—the pack was doomed.

As the ground shook violently, we all tumbled into the abyss.

I instinctively wanted to call out to Rocky, but in the thick haze of dust and debris, I saw him lunging toward Gemma.

I froze, letting myself fall into the darkness.