He Made Me His Mate For Revenge

Leo tormented me for a year. All it took was a year for me to give up. I could no longer take the torment so I killed my own wolf and took my own life.

As I laid in the tub bleeding out, he glanced at me coldly.

I remembered these cold eyes. He had looked at me the exact same way when I had lost my pregnancy. It was the day I found out he had become my mate for revenge.

“Good riddance!” he said as he clapped and laughed out loud.

The pain didn’t just sting my heart — it throbbed through my entire body, echoing down to my inner wolf, who whimpered from the hurt.

His eyes were bloodshot as tears fell from his eyes with every laugh.

I could tell what was going through his mind. He was probably thinking of his first love who died young while he watched me die.

Six years ago, his first love died in a car crash. Her heart now beats in my chest, after healers used it to save my life.

Leo never believed the car crash was an accident. He was sure I had a hand to do with her death to gain her heart to save my life.

From the very start he approached me with one purpose; revenge.

After marriage, he hid for a while, before he unleashed his cruelty to me and my clan.

How could my clan fight against an alpha of one of the strongest packs in the south?

He had planned everything to make every single one of my family pay with their lives.

From an Alpha of a small pack, he waited, built his pack up till they became unoppossed in the south. Once his strength was greater than my family's he bared his fangs.

He unleashed all of his power towards his revenge and my once strong clan fell one by one.

But it is over now. On the verge night he was going to finish me off, I took my life. When he heard the news, he was extremely calm.

He simply instructed his beta to send my body to the woods to be cremated in open fire immediately. He did not bother with ceremonies, I was just thrown unto a wooden pyre and burnt to ash and a single servant stood there to tend to the fire.

By the time he saw me again, or my brother heard of my death, I was reduced to ash.

“Give me back my sister!” my brother screamed.

My eldest brother, who had always loved me dearly, attacked Leo, but how could he fight an alpha? With a fling of his hand, Leo through my brother to the ground.

Leo's pack quickly restrained him and my brother collapsed, broken.

“She’s right here," Leo said, patting the urn filled with my ashes.

He stomped on my brother as he muttered curses at me in anger.

“Filthy she-wolf. She deserved a death more painful than this," he said.

Then, with a flick of his hand, he knocked over the tiny urn.

Ash burst into the air, drifting everywhere.

I knew Leo hated me.

But I didn’t know his hatred had become so twisted and deranged.

As my ashes scattered across the wind, I couldn’t hold back my tears. With my body gone on my my inner wolf remained. Watching this only brought me more pain.

I had loved him, greatly, for two whole years, yet this was how it ended.

He finally stopped stomping on my my brother, and like some at him with disdain.

“You all loved her so much? Then let your entire clan be buried with her," he said.

So even in death, he hadn’t let go of his obsession with destroying what was left of my family.

My brother collapsed completely, sobbing uncontrollably, all pride of being the our family’s heir shattered.

“You’ll regret this. One day, you will regret it!” He swore.

“I never will," Leo answered and stepped over my ashes and left the the forest..

My brother cried like a pup, face soaked with tears and snot. The sight shot waves of pain through me. I howled in pain.

“I’m sorry…”I whispered it to him in my heart, again and again, my tears wouldn’t stop.

My ashes drifted far, landing on trees, mountains, rivers and oddly, on Leo. The little ashes that had stuck to him from tipping my urn, he carried back to our den.

Whereever my ashes touched, I could feel my consciousness follow. Soon, I had followed Leo to our den.

Our den was a villa halfway up the mountain.

When we initially become each other's mates, I thought Leo had chosen this serene, scenic place to help me recover because my wolf was weak.

It wasn’t until I gradually lost all my links with the pack are blocked because this place is cursed by witches to sever every connection with the outside world that I realized

this was part of his plan all along. A plan to isolate me.

After all, I was the most pampered daughter of my family.

Only by cutting me off from my clan could Leo’s revenge succeed,

and be all the more satisfying.

I followed behind him as we stepped through the doors of our den.

It was empty. There were no servants around, as I usually handled everything.

“Judy, it’s really good that you’re dead," he muttered, calling my name.

Anger tore through me as I followed after him.

Leo, that bastard would not even let me die in peace. Even after I’m dead, he still hates me this much!

He grabbed a drink from the fridge and noticed a sticky note on the door.

The note, dated December 28th (the night before he died), read: "my mate, I made your favorite cream puffs today. Don't forget to eat them."

His expression turned dark, and he crumpled the note, tossing it in the trash without looking at the puffs. He used to love my cooking, but now he couldn't even be bothered. It seemed his affection was all an act.

The note seemed to unsettle him, and he lay on the sofa, staring at the butterfly chandelier we had bought before our bonding ritual.

I loved it, and he'd surprisingly agreed. But little did I know, his first love's name was Butterfly.

When I had asked him about his first love, he'd said it "turned into a butterfly and flew away."

“My first love… turned into a butterfly and flew away.”

My heart clenched. I only felt the urge to give him more.

I kissed his eyes, comforting him over and over again:

“Then let me be your butterfly, okay?”

“My parents always say I’m the most cheerful wolf in our clan. I’ll make you happy, I promise!” I had comforted him, promising to make him happy.

But in reality, he was silently seething. He didn’t speak. He just held me, trembling.

At that moment, as he rested his ear on my chest, listening to my heart beat, his hold on me got tighter, hurting me, but I didn't ask him to let go.

I had thought his silence meant he was deeply touched, not that he hated me.

My love for him blinded me to the truth. Watching him now, and recalling the past made me feel stupid.

That's why I got what was coming to me later.

After a while, Leo got up. I didn't plan to follow him, but I couldn't seem to leave his side. I waited outside the bathroom, hearing the water run.

Then I heard bottles falling, and I felt a shiver.

I rushed in and saw Leo with bloodshot eyes, staring at the bloody bathroom with a look I'd never seen before.