I Escaped After My Alpha Poisoned Me for His Mistress

The numbers on the financial report blurred before my eyes as I rubbed my temples, trying to focus. Being Luna of the Silverfang Pack came with responsibilities I'd never imagined ten years ago when we'd arrived as young rogues. Now, I was responsible for managing the pack's resources while Cade—my mate, my Alpha—focused on what he called "more important matters." A harsh knock interrupted my concentration, though no one had bothered to actually wait for permission before entering. The door to my small office in the Pack House annex burst open with enough force to rattle the framed photo on my desk—me and Cade, taken shortly after we'd arrived here, both smiling with hope for our future. "Still hiding in your little cubbyhole, Luna?" Estella's voice dripped with false sweetness as she sauntered in, her designer heels clicking against the wooden floor. "I thought you might want to see this." She slammed a heavy folder onto my desk, sending papers scattering to the floor. I didn't bother to pick them up immediately, instead fixing my gaze on the woman standing before me. Estella was beautiful in that calculated way that made my skin crawl—perfect makeup, expensive clothes, and a smile that never reached her eyes. "What is it, Estella?" I kept my voice level, though my wolf stirred restlessly inside me. She flipped open the folder with manicured fingers and slid a document across the desk.

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I stood in Cade's office, my heart pounding against my ribs. This was it—my final test of loyalty. If he failed this one, I would know there was no hope left for us.

"My wolf is dying," I said quietly, watching his reaction.

Cade looked up from his desk, his expression more annoyed than concerned. "What are you talking about?"

"The emotional severing... it's killing her." I swallowed hard, forcing tears into my eyes. "I need you to complete a bonding run with me tonight. Just the two of us. In wolf form."

Something flickered across his face—surprise, perhaps even a hint of the old Cade. "A bonding run?"

"It's the only way to strengthen our connection." I stepped closer, my voice breaking. "Please, Cade. If you ever loved me..."

He sighed, setting down his pen. "Fine. The clearing by the eastern border. Midnight."

Relief flooded through me. He'd agreed. Maybe there was still hope.

"I'll be waiting," I whispered.

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The moon hung full and bright above the forest as I paced the clearing. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, sensing my anxiety. Every few minutes, I checked my phone. 12:15. 12:30. 12:45.

By 1:00 AM, the cold had seeped through my clothes, numbing my fingertips. I'd shifted back to human form, unable to maintain my wolf in the freezing night air.

"Maybe he got held up," I told myself, though I knew better.

At 2:00 AM, I finally admitted defeat. My legs cramped from standing in the same spot for so long as I made my way back to the Pack House.

The lights were still on in Cade's study. I approached quietly, my heart sinking with each step.

Through the partially open door, I could see him—relaxed in his leather chair, a glass of scotch in hand. Across from him sat Marcus Rivera, Estella's father, his own drink barely touched.

"The border dispute will be settled by the full moon," Marcus was saying. "My sources say the Northern Pack is backing down."

Cade nodded, swirling his amber liquid. "Good. We don't need another war right now."

I stood frozen in the hallway, watching as he laughed at something Marcus said. He'd forgotten. Completely forgotten about me waiting in the cold forest for hours.

The phantom Cade appeared beside me, his translucent form trembling with rage and grief. But for the first time, he didn't plead with me. He simply looked at me with resigned eyes, his form fading slightly as if accepting what was coming.

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"I'm done," I whispered to the empty room as I pulled my suitcase from the closet.

The phantom Cade sat on the edge of our bed, watching as I carefully folded clothes into the bag. He no longer tried to stop me, his presence a silent acknowledgment of what needed to be done.

I moved to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper, coding a message using an old system from my days as a communications officer. The recipient: Scott Hayes, the rogue doctor I'd heard rumors about.

"I need help," I wrote in carefully disguised language. "Blood Moon Run. Eastern border. Midnight."

I sent the message through an old secure channel, praying it would reach him.

"He'll help you," the phantom Cade whispered, though I was the only one who could hear him. "He's a good man."

I looked at him, surprised by the endorsement. "You know him?"

"We met once, long ago." The phantom's eyes grew distant. "Before everything changed."

---

The cabin at the edge of neutral territory looked abandoned from the outside—weathered wood and broken shutters. But when I knocked, the door opened immediately.

"You must be Sofia," said a deep voice.

Scott Hayes was taller than I'd expected, with careful eyes that assessed me without judgment. He stepped aside to let me enter.

"I got your message," he said simply.

"I need to escape during the Blood Moon Run," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "I need your help."

He studied me for a long moment. "You're the Luna of Silverfang."

"Was," I corrected. "I will be soon."

Something shifted in his expression—a softening around the edges. "The corruption there... it's worse than I thought if it's driven you to this."

"You know about it?"

"I was Gamma there once," he said quietly. "Before they exiled me for questioning their methods."

His calm, respectful demeanor was so different from Cade's aggressive dominance that it took me a moment to adjust.

"Can you help me?" I asked finally.

He nodded once, decisively. "Yes."

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Over the next week, I met Scott three more times, always careful to use different routes and meeting places. Each time, we refined our plan.

"The Blood Moon Run creates chaos," Scott explained during our third meeting. "The pack runs wild, scents get mixed and confused. It's our best chance."

He handed me a small vial filled with dark green paste. "This will mask your scent entirely."

"What is it?" I asked, uncorking it.

"A mixture of herbs and wolf's bane," he said grimly. "It needs to be applied directly to your skin. It's... painful."

I looked at the paste, then back at him. "Will it work?"

"Yes." His eyes met mine steadily. "But Sofia... once you cross that border, there's no going back."

I thought of Cade's betrayal, of Estella's smug face, of the phantom Cade growing fainter each day.

"I know," I said firmly. "I'm ready."

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The pack documents felt heavy in my hands as I approached the study. Alpha Hayes had requested them urgently, and I'd hurried to deliver them personally, hoping for a rare moment alone with my mate. My heart fluttered with that familiar ache—the mate bond pulling me toward him like a moth to flame. I pushed open the heavy oak door without knocking. "Alpha, I've brought the territorial reports you—" The words died in my throat. A scent hit me first—pine and musk intertwined with something floral and suffocating. Hayes's scent. And Skye's. My half-sister's perfume had always been too strong, but now it seemed to fill the room, mingling with Hayes's in a way that made my stomach churn. They were on the leather sofa by the fireplace.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

Betrayed Bride's Escape

9.2

The words "I do" had barely left my lips when the world exploded into golden light. One moment I was standing at the altar of St. Mary's Cathedral, my hands trembling as I held Dante's warm fingers, the familiar scent of lilies and candle wax filling my lungs. The next, a brilliant radiance erupted from nowhere, swallowing everything—the stained glass windows, the rows of guests in their Sunday best, even Dante's face inches from mine. My wedding dress whipped around my legs as if caught in an impossible wind. The golden light wasn't just bright; it was alive, pulsing through my veins like liquid fire. I tried to scream Dante's name, but the sound died in my throat as the light consumed everything I'd ever known. Then, silence. Cold stone pressed against my knees. The acrid smell of torch smoke replaced the sweet church incense.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

8.4

Burned by My Ex, Reborn as His King's Mate

8.4

Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress. Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos. The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it. Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice: Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Catching Genesis

9.3

When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste of his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh, goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." The last ten chapters of this book are not available here due to copyright reasons.

Fantasy LitRPG Werewolf

8.1

My Shapeshifter Mate:Falling for My Cursed Superior

8.1

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here.... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.

Fantasy Horror Romance

7.9

Rejecting My Fated Alpha Mate

7.9

Reborn into this life, I deliberately avoided any entanglement with Blake Nguyen. When he was bullied by arrogant young wolves at the academy, I didn’t step in to stop it. When he achieved the highest rank in the pack and led the ceremonial run, I declined invitations from my friends to watch, choosing instead to stay home. When he brought his widowed sister-in-law, Saoirse Cox, to a pack gathering and faced ridicule, I didn’t intervene to smooth things over. In my past life, he gave our only child to Saoirse to raise. From then on, the boy refused to call me "mother," addressing me only by my full name, Lucille Parker. When he grew older, he even urged me to be "dutiful and understanding," suggesting Blake should honor both lineages. But I never expected Blake, just like in my past life, to reject other mating offers and come to my family with a proposal. That’s when it hit me—Blake must have been reborn too. --- When my father sent for me to meet Blake in the pack hall, I was still reeling from the shock.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

I Escaped After My Alpha Poisoned Me for His Mistress

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