Betrayed by My Mate, Mated to His Enemy

On the day of my first shift and pack betrothal ceremony with my fated mate, Leon, an unfamiliar Omega appeared, clutching a young boy who broke free and ran to Leon, calling him “Daddy.”To everyone’s shock, Leon embraced the child and admitted the truth: four years ago, he had a brief encounter with Mia, the boy’s mother. Now exiled and vulnerable, she had nowhere else to go.Leon declared he needed to protect them—give them a name, a place—and said he would complete a bonding ceremony with Mia, “temporarily,” for the child’s sake.He asked me, the Alpha’s daughter, to be understanding. Promised his heart still belonged to me.But as the pack watched, they stood together—him, Mia, and the boy—and performed their bonding ceremony in the very place mine was meant to be.That was the day I shifted for the first time and the day I was publicly betrayed by my own mate.---The elder recited the bonding vows with reluctance.My father stood in silence with his dark expression, watching L

As I walked through the familiar paths of the pack, it felt as though I had become invisible.The warm greetings, the friendly waves, the nods of respect—all gone.Under the glow of the full moon, their faces were clearly lit, but their eyes were cold, distant.I stumbled forward, body aching with rejection, until a familiar figure came into view—the Healer.Once, she had treated me with the gentleness of a second mother. Whenever I was sick or injured, she came faster than even my father, healing me with urgency and affection.But now, her gaze was void of warmth. She looked at me with disgust, like one might look at a rogue.She didn’t ask how I felt or my wolf.Her silence said it all.I had lost everything I thought I belonged to.Too stunned to speak, I walked on, numb.The life I’d known for eighteen years was slipping away, piece by piece.When I returned to my room, I found Cas standing at the doorway.His young face twisted with hate as he shouted, “Fraud! Liar!”I ignored him

I gripped the silver dagger my father had given me with the last of my strength. I couldn’t afford to collapse now. Forcing my senses to stay sharp, I scanned the forest with wary, calculating eyes.Since becoming a Rogue, my instincts had grown unnaturally acute. I could smell the decay of distant leaves, hear the faintest rustle of insects beneath brittle branches.Today had pushed me past my limits. My mate had rejected me. My father had cast me out. My wolf, once tethered to my reason, was slipping free, threatening to consume what was left of my humanity.I needed shelter soon, or I’d lose control and become a creature of pure bloodlust.I didn’t know how far I’d gone when a strange scent hit me. It was powerful and heavy, like a mountain pressing down on my chest. I should’ve braced for danger, but instead, both my body and my wolf stilled calm, even welcoming.I staggered, knees buckling. My vision blurred as my mind slipped in and out of darkness. The pain of rejection still t

The next day, an older she-wolf arrived at the cave. Her expression was kind, and the strong scent of herbs clung to her clothes, filling the space with its calming aroma.“I’m the healer of the Ashborn Pack, child,” she said gently.Asher followed behind her, his eyes locked on me with quiet concern.“Let her examine you,” he said, his voice firm and final.I didn’t argue. The damage to my wolf from the severed mate bond was growing worse—pain that no normal healer could fix.The healer took my wrist; her eyes closed in concentration as she felt the flow of energy inside me. Her fingers were cold but steady.After a few moments, she opened her eyes, and a flash of anger crossed her face.“Her wolf is severely damaged from the broken bond, as expected,” she said. “But her bloodline aura is being unnaturally suppressed.”Asher’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched.“It’s a slow-acting poison,” she continued. “Colorless, tasteless. It weakens the strength of the bloodline gradually, un

Asher walked in, bringing a chill with him. His expression was grim, shoulders tense with barely restrained fury.“What happened?” I asked, my voice no more than a whisper.“Leon sent men to kill you,” he said, each word sharp and cold like a blade.I knew Leon well. Eighteen years in the same pack taught me what he was: ruthless, calculating, utterly without conscience.“What happened to them?” I asked again, dread knotting in my stomach.“I captured them. They confessed everything.”He stepped forward, crouched in front of me, and took my hand in his. His touch was warm and steady, grounding. His thumb brushed gently across my skin.“Pauline, listen to me.”His eyes burned, a fierce light smoldering behind the silver.“You are the future Luna of Ashborn.And that Beta, Leon, will pay for everything. I’ll show him no mercy.”His voice was firm, filled with rage and protection. Through our bond, I felt it all: his fury, his resolve, the sheer force of his instinct to keep me safe.My h