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Emma pov The pack house meeting room was packed. Every adult member of Crescent Moon Pack had shown up, sensing that something significant was about to happen. The air buzzed with speculation and whispered conversations. I sat in the front row next to my father, my laptop clutched in my hands like a weapon. The video was queued up, ready to play on the large screen at the front of the room. All I had to do was connect the cable and press play. One click, and everyone would see Jeremy's betrayal. One click, and his reputation would be destroyed. My finger hovered over the touchpad. Jeremy sat on the raised platform next to Alpha Richard, his head bowed, hands clasped between his knees. He looked... broken. Defeated. Nothing like the confident future Alpha I'd mated six months ago. Good, part of me thought viciously. He should look broken. But my wolf whimpered, distressed at seeing our mate in pain. She pushed against my control, begging me not to do this, not to humiliate him publicly, not to destroy what little we had left of the bond. *He deserves it,* I told her firmly. *He betrayed us.* *But he's ours,* she whined back. *Our mate. This will hurt him. Hurt us.* I shoved her down and focused on Alpha Richard as he stood to address the pack. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice," he began, his voice carrying the weight of authority that came with decades of leadership. "I know there have been questions about recent events. About my son and his mate. About Vanessa Quinn's sudden departure from pack lands. Tonight, we address those questions." The room went silent. Every eye fixed on the Alpha. "First, I want to address the matter of Vanessa Quinn." Alpha Richard's expression hardened. "Evidence has come to light that she hired rogue wolves to attack a member of this pack. Specifically, to attack Emma Smith-Trent, my son's mate and your future Luna." Gasps rippled through the crowd. People turned to stare at me, shock and concern on their faces. "Vanessa has fled pack lands and is currently being hunted by our enforcers. When she is found, she will face justice for her crimes against this pack." The Alpha paused, letting his words sink in. "Hiring rogues to attack pack members is one of the gravest offenses in our law. It will not be tolerated." My father's hand found mine, squeezing gently. Supportive. Protective. "Second," Alpha Richard continued, and I saw Jeremy tense, "there is the matter of my son's behavior during his mate's absence from pack lands." This was it. The moment where everything would come out. I pulled up the video file, my finger on the touchpad, ready to connect to the projector. "Jeremy," the Alpha said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Stand and address your pack." Jeremy stood slowly, like a man walking to his execution. He turned to face the assembled wolves, and for the first time, he looked directly at me. There was such profound regret in his eyes that my wolf whimpered again. *Don't,* she begged. *Please don't hurt him like this.* "I owe everyone here an apology," Jeremy began, his voice rough. "Especially my mate. Emma, I—" He swallowed hard. "I betrayed you. I betrayed the mate bond, betrayed my responsibilities as future Alpha, betrayed everything I was supposed to stand for." Whispers erupted. People leaning toward each other, speculating about what he meant. "For six months, I had an affair with Vanessa Quinn," Jeremy continued, and the whispers turned to gasps. "While mated to Emma, while promising her fidelity and partnership, I was sleeping with another woman. I lied to her. Manipulated her. Made her feel crazy for trusting her instincts about Vanessa." My father's grip on my hand tightened. On my other side, Aria had appeared—I didn't even remember her sitting down—and she took my free hand. "Emma discovered the affair when she came to bring me lunch and found Vanessa and me together in my office." Jeremy's voice cracked. "She's been gone for a week because I drove her away. Because I hurt her so badly that she felt she had no choice but to run." I could show the video now. Could play it for everyone, show them exactly what I'd walked in on, exactly what Jeremy and Vanessa had said about me. My finger hovered over the button. "I know I don't deserve forgiveness," Jeremy said, his eyes still on me. "I know I've lost the right to call Emma my mate, lost the respect of this pack, probably lost my position as future Alpha. And I accept those consequences. I accept whatever punishment the council deems appropriate." He looked away from me then, addressing the pack as a whole. "But I want everyone to understand something. This wasn't Emma's fault. None of it. She was a perfect mate—kind, supportive, patient. Everything I did wrong, I did of my own free will. And she deserves better than what I gave her." The room was silent except for the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. Show them, part of me screamed. Show them the video. Make him hurt the way you've been hurting. But another part—the part that sounded suspiciously like my wolf—whispered: He's already hurting. He's already confessing. Is public humiliation really what you want? "Emma has evidence of my affair," Jeremy continued. "Video evidence that she has every right to share with this pack if she chooses. I won't fight it. Won't defend myself. Whatever she decides, I'll accept." Alpha Richard looked at me then. "Emma? Would you like to speak?" This was my moment. My chance for revenge, for justice, for everyone to see exactly what Jeremy had done to me. I stood slowly, my laptop in my hands. Every eye in the room turned to me. I looked at Jeremy. Really looked at him. Saw the split lip where my father had hit him. The barely healed gashes from the rogue attack—wounds he'd gotten defending me. The genuine remorse in his eyes. Then I looked at the pack. At faces I'd known my whole life. At the teenagers in the back who looked up to Jeremy, who saw him as their future Alpha. If I showed this video, I wouldn't just be destroying Jeremy. I'd be destroying their faith in leadership, their belief in the mate bond, their trust in pack hierarchy. And Vanessa would win. She'd succeed in tearing apart everything Crescent Moon stood for, even from exile. My wolf pushed forward, lending me strength. *We're stronger than this. Stronger than revenge.* I closed my laptop. "I do have evidence," I said, my voice carrying through the silent room. "Video and audio of Jeremy's affair with Vanessa. But I'm not going to show it." Surprise rippled through the crowd. Jeremy's head snapped up, shock clear on his face. "Not because I forgive him," I continued firmly. "I don't. What Jeremy did was inexcusable, and I will never forget it. But showing that video won't heal me. It won't fix what's broken. It'll just spread the pain around, hurt more people, damage this pack that I still love despite everything." I turned to face Jeremy fully. "You betrayed me in the worst way possible. You made me doubt myself, doubt the mate bond, doubt everything I thought I knew. And there's no coming back from that. We're done, Jeremy. Truly done." His face crumpled, but he nodded. "I understand." "However," I looked at Alpha Richard now, "I don't think Jeremy should lose his position as future Alpha. He's a good leader when he's not being an idiot about his personal life. The pack needs strong leadership, especially now with Vanessa's crimes and the rogue threat." "Emma—" my father started, but I squeezed his hand. "I'm not doing this for him, Dad. I'm doing it for the pack. For everyone here who depends on stable leadership." I met Jeremy's eyes again. "But I want a formal dissolution of our mate bond. I want pack law changed to allow separation in cases of proven infidelity. And I want Jeremy to publicly acknowledge that he has no claim on me, that I'm free to live my life as I choose." Alpha Richard studied me for a long moment. "Those are reasonable requests. Jeremy?" "Agreed," Jeremy said immediately. "All of it. Emma's free. Completely free. And I'll support whatever laws she wants changed to protect other wolves from what I did to her." "Then it's settled." The Alpha's voice rang with finality. "Jeremy Trent remains future Alpha, but his mate bond with Emma Smith is formally dissolved, pending the proper ceremonies. Emma will be granted full autonomy and pack protection. And we will convene a council to discuss amending our mate bond laws." I sat down, suddenly exhausted. My father pulled me into a hug, and Aria squeezed my shoulder. I'd done it. Made my choice. Taken the high road instead of the vengeful one. My wolf settled, finally at peace with the decision. Jeremy was still standing on the platform, looking at me with an expression of such profound gratitude and loss that it made my chest ache. But I'd meant what I said. We were done. Now I just had to figure out how to live with that decision. And how to heal from the mate I'd loved and lost.My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov The war room was packed—every warrior, enforcer, and combat-capable wolf in the pack, plus representatives from Silverbrook and Moonshadow. Maps covered the table, showing defensive positions, patrol routes, potential attack vectors. "Black River will likely strike from the northwest," I was saying, pointing to the terrain map. "The forest is densest there, giving them cover until they're practically on top of us. We need triple patrols in that sector, with overlapping fields of fire—" My phone rang. The sound cut through my tactical briefing like a knife. "Ignore it," my father said. "We need to finish—" But something about the ring made my wolf surge forward, hackles raised. Instinct. Danger. I pulled out my phone. Unknown number. "I should take this," I said, already moving toward the door. "Jeremy, we're in the middle of—" "It could be about Emma." The excuse came out automatically, though I knew somehow it wasn't. This was something else. So
My Cheating Mate Emma pov I sat on the couch wrapped in the sheet from the bedroom, staring at nothing as the sun disappeared completely. The cabin was dark except for the last dregs of twilight filtering through the windows. Jeremy had been gone for two hours. Two hours since I'd basically told him to leave. Since I'd hidden in the bedroom instead of saying goodbye properly. Since I'd let him walk out that door thinking I was angry at him. And I was angry. Furious, actually. Furious at the situation, at Black River, at Vanessa's ghost that kept haunting us from beyond the grave. But not at Jeremy. Not really. He'd been right. The pack needed him. People were going to die if they didn't have proper tactical planning against a hundred mercenary wolves. His father had asked—not ordered, asked—for help, and Jeremy had agreed because that's what future Alphas do. They put the pack first. Even when it hurt. Even when it meant leaving their mate alone in a safe house after finally
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I woke to the best sight I'd seen in months—Emma curled against my chest, her hair splayed across my shoulder, her breathing deep and peaceful. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the cabin windows, casting everything in warm gold. We'd made love. Actually made love, not just had sex. She'd trusted me with her body, her vulnerability, her heart. After everything I'd done, all the ways I'd hurt her, she'd still chosen to be intimate with me. The weight of that trust felt both terrifying and precious. I carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face, marveling at how peaceful she looked. No worry lines. No guarded expression. Just Emma, beautiful and trusting and mine. Not fully mine. Not yet. We still had so much to work through. But more mine than I'd been in months, and that was enough to make my chest tight with gratitude. I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her. She'd been through hell—the attack, the fear, the emoti
My Cheating Mate Emma pov I drifted awake slowly, consciousness returning in gentle waves. The first thing I noticed was warmth. Safety. The gentle, rhythmic motion of fingers moving through my hair. Jeremy. I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer, savoring the feeling. His hand in my hair. His solid presence beneath me. The steady rise and fall of his breathing. When I finally opened my eyes, I found him watching me. Not in a creepy way—his expression was soft, almost reverent. Like I was something precious he was afraid might disappear. "Hey," he said quietly. "Sleep well?" "Really well, actually." I stretched, feeling muscles relax that had been tense for months. "How long was I out?" "About two hours." His hand stilled in my hair. "Should I have woken you sooner? I wasn't sure—" "No. This was perfect." I sat up slowly, processing the feelings moving through me. The pull toward him. The desire—not just physical, though that was definitely there—to be close. To drop the
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I was at the stove, scrambling eggs for lunch—we'd slept through most of the day after our emotionally exhausting morning—when I heard Emma's footsteps behind me. "Smells good," she said. "Just eggs. Nothing fancy." I stirred the pan, grateful for something to do with my hands. "Should be ready in—" Her lips touched mine. For a moment, I couldn't process what was happening. Emma was kissing me. Actually kissing me, not a quick peck or accidental brush of lips but a real kiss. I froze, the spatula still in my hand, my brain struggling to catch up with reality. Then her hands moved to my back, pressing gently, and I realized this wasn't a mistake. Wasn't an impulse she'd immediately regret. She was choosing this. Choosing me. Right now. The spatula clattered to the counter as I turned off the stove, my hands finding her waist. I kissed her back carefully, tentatively, terrified of doing something wrong, of pushing too hard, of ruining this moment.
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The safe house was three hours north, deep in neutral territory where no pack had claim. We'd driven in silence, Jeremy checking the rearview mirror every few minutes, his jaw tight with tension. I felt like a coward. While my pack—my father, the enforcers, wolves I'd trained with—cleaned up the battlefield and mourned their dead, I was running. Hiding. Letting others fight my battles. "Stop," Jeremy said quietly, not taking his eyes off the road. "Stop what?" "Whatever you're thinking. I can see it on your face. The guilt. The feeling like you should be back there." He glanced at me briefly. "Emma, you're not a coward. You're the target. The reason they attacked. Getting you to safety isn't running—it's strategy." "Three wolves died because of me." "Three wolves died because fifty mercenaries attacked our pack," he corrected firmly. "Not because of you. Because of Vanessa's hired killers. Don't take that on yourself." But how could I not? Those wo







