My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?
View MoreI woke up on my wedding day with a pounding head and a stranger in my bed.
My body jolted. A scream caught somewhere between my lungs and my lips.
No. That couldn’t be right.
I didn’t recall speaking to any man last night. Never in my life would I cheat on Ethan. Especially not the night before our wedding.
I blinked hard, hoping this was some kind of bad dream.
We were in a hotel room. The stranger slept on his back, a wolf tattoo stretched across his tanned skin. His hair was dark and cropped. I wanted to scream, to shake him awake, to demand answers.
But I couldn’t look at his face. I was too scared I’d recognize it.
Trembling, I reached out, just to be sure. My fingers brushed his warm skin. I yanked my hand back like I’d touched a live wire.
My stomach lurched. The room spun.
A sickening wrongness crawled up my spine.
Gathering my bridal shower dress off the floor, I did the coward’s walk of shame and slipped out like a thief, rushing home on autopilot.
My dizziness worsened. Everything appeared in twos, yet I knew my life was already falling apart.
Back home, the cheerful sounds of my wedding morning felt distant, like they were coming from miles away.
My best friend Claire appeared. Her smile vanished, replaced by panic.
“Savannah, what's going on? Where have you been? Why do you look so afraid?”
My legs wobbled. She grabbed my wrist before I could fall and led me to the backyard.
“Something happened,” I whispered, my teeth chattering. She urged me to continue.
“I... I think I cheated on Ethan.”
Her eyes went wide.
“What? How? Weren’t you with him last night?”
I pulled away from her. The cream robe I wore was soaked in sweat. My body felt worse by the second.
“I have to confess to him,” I managed to say, but she grabbed my hand.
“Confess? You can't do that.”
What did she mean? How could I walk down the aisle, look him in the eye, and promise him forever when I had betrayed him?
“How can I not tell him?” I whispered, my throat raw.
“Look at me,” she said, holding my chin. “Ethan will destroy you. He’s the Alpha. He’ll see it as a stain on his honor, and he’ll make you pay. Think about your dad. We’ll figure it out. We’ll tell him after the wedding.”
Her logic came from panic, but she was right about Ethan. He was a good man but raised in dominance and tradition. His temper was notorious. A slight against him was a slight against the pack. And what greater betrayal was there than this?
“Leave it to me,” Claire said. “We need to sober you up and get you dressed. Please stay calm and act like nothing happened.”
Inside the tiny house I shared with my dad, the bridesmaids were chatting and getting ready, unaware that a bomb had just gone off in my life. Claire made me tea, sat me down at the vanity, and tried to hold me together.
The previous night came back in flashes. I remembered the bridal shower she and the others had insisted on. Claire had handed me a colorful drink at the hotel bar.
“Just one, to loosen you up,” she’d said.
After that—nothing.
More confusion swept over me. I didn’t even remember leaving the lobby.
“Why didn’t you check on me?” I whispered when Claire returned to start my makeup. “Why?”
She looked crushed. “I’m sorry, Savvy. I was tipsy from that drink too, and I thought I saw someone like Ethan in the lobby. I never should have let you out of my sight.”
Then, after a pause, she leaned in to whisper.
“Did you see the stranger’s face? Do we know him?”
My memory flashed with fragmented images. I hadn’t seen his face, and somehow that made it worse. The man who took my virginity—something I had saved for Ethan—was a faceless phantom.
I shook my head.
I sat at the vanity, numb, as she and the others fussed over me. When I finally stood in my dress, I felt like an impostor in my own life. The gown was more beautiful than anything I’d ever worn, but it felt wrong against my skin.
About an hour later, my father knocked and stepped into the room. He wore a tuxedo, his first ever. He was proud. He had even borrowed a friend’s car to drive me, wanting everything to be perfect.
“My beautiful girl,” he said, his eyes glistening. “You look like an angel.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from confessing the atrocity I’d committed. Instead, I hugged him and pressed my face into his jacket.
“I love you, Daddy.”
The community center was packed with over two hundred guests. They weren’t my friends or family. These were Ethan’s guests. Calling off the wedding now would be a humiliation beyond imagining.
Bitterness welled up inside me. I hadn’t asked for any of this. I hadn’t chosen that man. I was the victim, and yet I was the one carrying the weight.
Just before the procession began, Ethan’s mother appeared, looking anxious.
“Savannah, dear. We can’t find Ethan.”
I froze. He knew. He wasn’t coming.
I turned, searching for Claire. She was gone.
Minutes later, the coordinator rushed over, headset crackling.
“False alarm! He’s here. Came in through the side. We’re ready.”
Walking down the aisle was the longest journey of my life. My father’s arm grounded me, but my legs shook so badly I feared I might collapse.
Ethan stood at the altar, expressionless. When he looked at me, I couldn’t read a single emotion. Not the joy of a happy groom, nor the rage of a betrayed one.
I felt detached, like I was floating. When the officiant spoke, a chill swept over me.
“Alpha Ethan Blake, do you take Savannah Ross to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
Silence followed.
The officiant cleared his throat. “Alpha Ethan?”
Ethan turned to me slowly. His voice was hard.
“No,” he said. “I will not.”
A gasp rippled through the crowd. Murmurs followed.
My father stepped forward, his grip on my arm the only thing keeping me upright.
“Do you have something to say, Savannah?” Ethan asked coldly.
I looked out at the crowd, desperate. Where was Claire? She had said we’d do this together.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
The words felt wrong. Ethan's disgusted look made me want to disappear.
“This pretender over here wanted one last night of freedom and crawled into another man’s bed,” Ethan said to the crowd.
The room exploded. Accusations flew like stones.
“Filth!”
“Gardener’s trash!”
“How dare she!”
My father’s face turned purple with fury.
“You’re a liar! My daughter would never—”
“Oh, really?” Ethan sneered. “There’s enough evidence. Shall I show them? Or maybe her best friend can confirm it?”
Claire stepped forward. But she wasn’t wearing her lavender bridesmaid dress.
She wore my reception dress.
I blinked in confusion.
“I’m sorry, Savvy,” Claire said calmly. “I tried to warn you not to be careless. I told you men like that were dangerous.”
My eyes widened.
At first, my brain couldn’t process what she was saying. The shock nearly knocked me off my feet. A sickening realization hit me.
Claire’s concern had been an act. It was a setup from the start.
Ethan’s lip curled. “Even her friend, a woman of morals, tried to save her. But you can’t take the garbage out of a gardener’s daughter.”
His words hit like a slap.
“I was drugged!” I screamed. “She set me up! Claire drugged me!”
But my voice was lost in the crowd’s rage.
One of Ethan’s sisters surged forward and yanked the veil from my head. She placed it on Claire and led her to Ethan.
The crowd cheered.
Claire stood at the altar, smiling triumphantly, crowned in my place.
I tried to move, but the floor gave way, and everything went dark.
Savannah Six months later, I held my daughter in my arms for the first time. She was warm, quiet, and still red in the face from all that pushing. A thick tuft of dark hair curled on her crown, and I gave a small groan.“Why do I even bother?” I muttered. “My genes must be the weakest thing in this room. All my kids come out looking like you.”Xavier chuckled. He looked stupidly proud. The doctor joined in, wiping her hands on a towel, her scrubs damp with sweat. She was middle-aged, worn around the eyes but kind in the way she gave you her full attention. Her energy had been calm the whole time, which made this birth feel less like a rescue mission compared to what Jermaine and Jace put me through. That hellhole of a public maternity center hadn’t even had enough beds, let alone patient nurses.“She’s beautiful,” the doctor said. “And healthy. That’s what matters.”Xavier leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Maybe the next one might take after you.”I turned my head. “Either hire a su
Savannah Sasha swayed like a drunk at a bus stop. I caught her before she hit the floor.She held on to me. Like, full-on clutched my hand like I was a banister. The air between us felt tight. Everyone around kept clapping for the stupid cake. Our parents noticed. Xavier noticed. And Eve, God bless her petty little soul, gave me that you’ve got some nerve touching Sasha look.“You should sit down if you feel dizzy,” I said.But the second she realized it was me holding her, she yanked away.“I… I’m fine.” All quiet.Like hell you are.I let go. I didn’t want her snapping at me in front of people. Aris had his fingers wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist. He looked disturbed. And then Sasha, still sounding disoriented, leaned over and whispered, “Who’s that man? Your guest?”“Whoa, you’re speaking to me now?” I was two seconds from checking if she had a fever or something.She gave me an annoyed look. I told her straight, “He’s my obstetrician. And beside him is his girlfriend.”Boom
Savannah One Month LaterWaiting for Sasha’s heart to soften had worn me out. At this point, I just wanted the divorce to run its course. There was nothing left to salvage anyway.My mother had moved in with her. Xavier had been around a lot. Most nights, actually. The weight of everything—his name being dragged, his loyalty questioned, the endless "how-could-you-do-this-to-your-wife" angle—was starting to wear thin for him.I stopped checking the news after week two. Blocked all the gossip pages. They kept saying "Poor Luna.""What a shame.""That kind of betrayal—from your own blood."One dreadful evening, we were watching the news when the sound of the broadcaster's voices made my skin crawl.“I swear, if I hear another panel argue about who should be ashamed between Sasha and me, I’ll lose my mind.”Xavier sighed, picked up the remote, and turned the TV off.“People talk. They always do. You don’t need opinions from people who don’t even care about the truth.”They painted Sasha
Xavier's POVSasha joined Adelaide and me for dinner, ruining my already sour mood. She sat at the head, and Adelaide perched between us, swinging her legs and eating, full of chatter and mashed potatoes.“Today we did fractions, and Mrs. Kipling said I was the best reader. Jermaine helped me with spelling. Can I spend the weekend at Grandma's?”Sasha leaned over our daughter, and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Don’t talk while chewing.”I stayed quiet. It was heartwarming how easily Adelaide blended in with her brothers, and somewhat commendable that Sasha had stopped being so irritating, no longer filling the girl’s head with nonsense about Savannah and the boys.Sasha kept sneaking glances at me between bites, probably weighing how much she could say without pushing me out the door.“You still hate fish?” she asked eventually, gesturing at her plate.“Never liked it,” I mumbled.She chuckled like we were old college friends, bringing up things I wasn’t even interested in talking a
SavannahMy mother had picked up a garden hose and began spraying the flowers. The sunlight broke through with a fresh burst, warming the slightly chilly morning as we continued our uncomfortable conversation.“Sasha can be irrational. I’m worried she might... try something.”I blinked at her. “Try something like what?”She didn’t answer right away. Her lips moved without sound at first, as if she were chewing on the words.“I don’t know. Maybe something drastic like an overdose. But… people unravel in quiet ways too.”That stopped me. Sasha? That stubborn, conniving, performative shell of a woman? The one who could throw a tantrum in front of a camera crew without blinking? Sasha wasn’t fragile. But still, the seed was planted, and I hated that I watered it with worry.“You think she’d actually hurt herself?”“I didn’t say that. I said I was worried,” she muttered. “She’s proud. Pride can rot the mind when it’s cornered.”The words stuck.Then, as if realizing how deep she’d gone, s
SavannahMoving back to my mother’s house felt like unclenching a fist I didn’t know I’d been holding. The air wasn’t dark here. No more rationed trust, insults, or the fear of being poisoned.The boys adjusted fast. School was starting, and they were excited. Last resumption, I was patching soles with glue. Now, my mother had them in matching black leather shoes that looked more suited for a board meeting than kindergarten.“These are too much for school,” I told her at the market, eyeing the price tag.“They’re boys. They’ll outgrow them before they scuff,” she said, bagging the pair without looking up.I didn’t bother fighting it. That was the thing about my mother. Once she decided you were hers, you were going to be spoiled whether you asked for it or not.Even Adelaide wasn’t spared. My chest tightened every time I saw her skipping around, showing off a new hairband or snack pack my mom had tucked into her school bag.I hated the complication. I loved the little girl. But I was
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