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Stolen Mate, Shattered Trust

8.3 / 10.0
In the werewolf romance Stolen Mate, Shattered Trust, Danielle is framed for theft by a rival Luna. After Apollo abandons her, she flees his contempt. Eight years later, this fantasy novel follows her return as she faces the man who once discarded her and the secrets they left behind.
Stolen Mate, Shattered Trust Summary
Elara’s life shatters when her destined mate, the powerful Alpha Silas, rejects her for her own sister. Cast aside and broken, she becomes a pariah within her pack, haunted by the betrayal of those she trusted most. As she struggles to reclaim her lost dignity, a dark secret regarding her lineage begins to surface. Elara must find the strength to survive the cruelty of her former lover while navigating a dangerous path toward her true destiny.
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Stolen Mate, Shattered Trust Chapter 1

When Danielle Thompson's adoptive mother, a healer in the Silver Crescent Pack, was severely injured during a rogue attack, Apollo Lee, the Beta of the neighboring Crimson Fang Pack, declared his feelings for her. Desperate for help with the medical expenses, Danielle accepted his offer. At first, she thought he was merely playing games, but much to her surprise, he was genuinely invested in their relationship. Her packmates dubbed her "Cinderella," and she started to imagine a bright future ahead.

That was until one day, Apollo's childhood friend, Kennedi Simpson, the Luna of Crimson Fang Pack, accused Danielle of stealing a sacred pack artifact that turned up mysteriously in her den. Apollo, like everyone else, glared at her in disgust and contemptuously tossed a pouch of coins at her feet, remarking, "If you need money, take this instead of resorting to petty theft."

Branded a disgrace in the pack, Danielle became the subject of public ridicule. She decided to leave the pack, cutting off all ties with Apollo, and vanished from his life. Years later, upon encountering him again, she was shocked when he tearfully confessed he had been searching for her for the past eight years.

Now, as she hurried to deliver an expiring order to the Crimson Fang Pack, Danielle quickened her pace and accidentally bumped into someone at the stairway corner. Before she could steady herself, a voice snapped sharply, "Are you blind? Didn't you see me standing here?"

She quickly apologized, but as she looked up, she was rendered speechless by shock. It was Kennedi Simpson. Dressed in a red Victorian-style dress, Kennedi's appearance hadn't changed much over the years, except for the same air of superiority and disdain in her eyes. Recognizing Danielle, Kennedi's lips twisted into a mocking smile.

"Oh, it's you... Danielle," she said. Danielle lowered her gaze and tried to walk past, but Kennedi blocked her way. "Have you sunk so low that you're delivering food now? Didn't you get a good payout from selling our sacred artifact?"

Kennedi's words made Danielle lift her head sharply, locking eyes with her taunting gaze. "Let me introduce you all to my good friend from the pack," Kennedi announced to the friends gathered around her. "She's the one who stole the sacred artifact our ancestors left us... a thief."

Kennedi's friends' disapproving looks weighed heavily on Danielle. "So, it was you who took the artifact our ancestors left?" one of them sneered. "Stealing sacred items—aren't you worried it might bring you bad luck?"

Another scoffed, "How much did you get for that artifact? Did they pay you enough to stop delivering food?"

"Or maybe she's using the delivery gig as a cover to swipe more stuff," someone suggested as the crowd grew larger, whispering and pointing.

Danielle clutched the delivery bag so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Kennedi looked at her with feigned sympathy. "What’s the matter? Scared of what people are saying now? Why didn't you just ask Apollo for coins if you were that desperate? Didn’t he support you? Surely, he would have given you what you needed."

Kennedi's words piqued the crowd's interest, with their disdainful eyes fixed on Danielle. Gossip about affairs, betrayal, and money was their favorite pastime. "Not only a thief but also a kept woman. Such a disgrace! Wonder how her parents raised her," someone murmured.

"Bad upbringing must be in her genes," another added, piling on the insults with evident enjoyment.

With her face pale, Danielle scanned the accusatory faces surrounding her, her lips trembling as she tried to defend herself. "I didn't steal the artifact..." she began, but before she could finish, a male voice interrupted from behind her.

"What's going on here?"

Danielle froze. It was Apollo Lee, now the Alpha of Crimson Fang Pack, his presence commanding and his aura overwhelming. The crowd instantly quieted, their eyes darting between Danielle, Kennedi, and their Alpha.

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