His Mistreated Mate

I followed him into the hotel. The hotel says it's closed; the sign indicates as much. But I still tried to get inside, panicky and desperate, but the woman blocked my path, and the guard shoved me away.

"Who are you?" they inquired.

They had no idea I was his exclusive partner, which made me feel terrible.

I think he's trying to cover up something.

It will be even worse if I tell them I am his mate. I had faith in my plan.

"I serve as Blake's helper. I understand why he is here since not only was I given permission by his parents, but so was he." I lied confidently; I didn't even make it evident, and I gave them a poker face—they looked at each other, nodded their head, and agreed.

"Apologies, but you may enter now. Very little noise is not tolerated in room 62 because that's where he is. Since he has a significant other, he is extremely rigid." I pretended to understand what the woman was saying, even in the fact that I could feel the agony in my heart when she said, ‘he has his significant other

I don’t know. . . It’s pretty apparent he’s with someone right now, but I tried to gaslight myself and my wolf that they only mistook them as a couple because they're together. Maybe they have a meeting in this hotel? For some significant reason?

However, I still wander around.

I went to find the 62, and I found it.

I can sense the aroma that I am addicted to.

I calmed down and decided not to knock on the door or call out to him. The door is open about three inches, and I can easily walk through it. The first thing I do when I peek is looked down.

Hearing a lady moan was like hearing the end of the world.

"Fuck, Blake. . ." she murmured.

I couldn't place the voice, but I knew instantly who it belonged to in my head.

"Faster!" she issued the command, and her voice was trembling as if she couldn't handle it any longer. It was so loud that I could hear him gasping; I kept clenching my teeth and trying not to give in to my urges.

"Hell no, Blake. I can't even describe how good it is."

Simply because I couldn't handle it any longer, I went ahead and looked inside. I was able to piece out who she was and locate it. It was even more painful than being injured with blood dripping from my body, and he was on top of her.

She’s my twin sister. . .

Hermione.

She’s having sex with my mate.

They treated me like garbage.

I don't want to use it in any way, shape, or form. I stayed still, cried, and pretended nothing had happened between them.

Like shattered glass, my heart has fractured into a million little pieces. I watch as my wolf Tereza's heart begins to char, and then I bolt away as if nothing had happened.

I made a beeline towards the hotel lobby and nearly ran into the woman working there.

She sees me crying, and her brow furrows.

"Is there something wrong—"

"No!" I desperately disagree—I'm afraid I must disagree—I kept leaving the hotel without further explanation.

He cheated on me. It's not like he cheated on me because he may not see himself with me. But what's more awful is he cheated with the woman I share the same face with, my twin sister?

He lied, and I don't think I'll ever forgive him for doing this to me.

I got into my car and started driving, but I couldn't control my sobbing, and my eyes were watering so much that I couldn't see the road. There is no valid explanation for why this is happening to me. . .

I don't feel as though I deserve this in any way.

The thought keeps repeating itself in my head.

"Ahh!" I let out a loud cry as a means of relieving the discomfort. I don't even make an effort.

Because of my competence, I didn't bother trying to stop them. That's why I'm putting in so much effort to figure out how to be the kind of person they'd approve of.

The thought of ending my life suddenly came to me, and I halted my car in the middle of the road.

I wipe away my tears in the rearview mirror; I can't even muster a grin.

I am causing harm to myself.

He's never done anything to mend our strained connection except harm me. Never again will I let him touch me.

He may be kissing me, but he attributes the action to her.

There are plenty of other women he could be cheating with, so why does he choose to do so with someone who looks just like me?

"Perhaps I'm not up to par," I mumble as I leave my car in the middle of the hallway and walk to the edge of the bridge, where I see the water below.

"Of course, it's my fault; I am so frail!" I shouted, my hand resting on the bridge's side as my mind wandered.

I despise my sister.

I despise Blake.

Everyone makes me angry.

I held back and kept slapping myself for not taking action. I try to hurt them, but I make my already broken heart even more fragile. It goes well beyond the surface level.

"What have I done, moon goddess, to deserve this dreadful existence?" I find myself doubting my existence at this very moment.

I currently have nothing in my possession.

There's no way I can still fix him now.

My heartache has taken a drastic turn for the worst.

"Artemis," A man's deep voice reached out to me, and the sight of his stunningly blue eyes helped me see more clearly.

The only clue I have is that I saw his automobile on the road, but I have no idea where he came from.

"You've got me stumped," I asked after wiping away my tears and feeling the ache in my chest.

"That hurts," he said. "I thought you knew me," he continued.

"I'm not interested in knowing people," I responded through stifled sobs, was, at which point he laughed.

"I know. He fabricated the whole thing."

"Don't crowd me. What's going on in my life right now? You have no idea." I fumed, showing him a disappointed look because he seemed to be acting as if he knew me that much.

"Artemis Eretria Aravis. Your boyfriend, Blake Gaius Dutch, is tricking you." He stated, it cut my words off, and I started to wonder who he was, and I gulped.

"Kade Zeph Ford," He introduced himself with a name that rang a bell.

And then I understood it. Someone with such a name is a formidable fighter and the future Alpha of The Fearless Walkers pack.

"You," I mumbled.

This was the first time I'd seen him, but I was familiar with his name.

His chad face and ideal male physique make him an attractive man. Like Blake, I can sense that they have a lot of differences.

"How did you find out about the details of my life?" I still managed to speak clearly while talking, even though I struggled to express myself.

"That information is unnecessary for you—as the next Alpha King, I am aware of my responsibilities—even though I despise small talk, I would be interested in talking to you or showing you around a cool place if we were ever to meet," he said.

I raised my brow. "What are you talking about?" I inquired, and he seemed to describe himself as better than Blake.

He’s trying to impress me with something.

"I know what you desire, and I am gladly willing to help you. I’m talking about revenge," he declared his intention.

That's a very valid point he made. That is precisely what I had in mind.