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Jeremy pov Three days. Emma had been gone for three days, and I still had no idea where she was. I sat in my father's office, trying to maintain some semblance of composure while Beta Marcus paced in front of the desk like a caged animal. Alpha Richard Trent watched us both with the calculating gaze that had kept him in power for thirty years. "Let me make sure I understand this correctly," Marcus said, his voice deadly calm in a way that made my wolf flatten his ears. "My daughter has been missing for seventy-two hours, her phone is off, she's not responding to anyone, and you—her mate—have no idea where she is or why she left?" "I've told you everything I know," I said, fighting to keep my own voice steady. "I came home from work and she was gone. Some of her things were missing. That's it." "That's it?" Marcus's eyes flashed gold as his wolf surged forward. "My daughter doesn't just vanish without a reason, Jeremy. What happened? Did you fight? Did you do something to her?" The accusation in his tone made my hackles rise. "I didn't do anything. We were fine. Everything was fine." "Was it?" My father's quiet question cut through the tension. He was studying me with an intensity that made me want to squirm like a pup caught stealing from the kitchens. "Because Marcus is right. Emma isn't the type to run without cause. She's responsible, loyal, committed to this pack." Committed. The word twisted something in my gut. She had been committed. To me, to us, to the future I'd promised her while planning to throw her away. And somehow, she'd figured it out. She had to have figured it out. There was no other explanation for why she'd leave so cleanly, so completely, taking only what was hers and disappearing like smoke. But how? I'd been careful. Vanessa and I had always been discreet, or so I thought. We used my office, never anywhere public, never anywhere Emma would— The cookies. The memory hit me like a physical blow. I'd been with Vanessa in my office three days ago, and when I'd left, there had been cookies scattered in the hallway outside my door. Chocolate chip cookies. Emma's chocolate chip cookies. "Oh, fuck," I breathed. "What?" Marcus demanded, stepping closer. "What did you just remember?" I couldn't tell him. Couldn't admit that I'd been screwing Vanessa in my office while his daughter stood outside the door. He'd kill me. Actually kill me, Alpha's son or not. "Nothing. I just—I remembered that Emma mentioned wanting to visit some old college friends. Maybe she went there?" The lie sounded weak even to my own ears, and Marcus's expression said he wasn't buying it for a second. "Her college friends live in Silverbrook Pack territory," Marcus said slowly. "I already called Alpha Morrison. She's not there, and none of her friends have heard from her." Of course he'd already checked. Marcus wasn't just a Beta—he was a father terrified for his missing daughter. Guilt twisted in my stomach. I shoved it down. I couldn't afford guilt right now. I needed to find Emma, needed to fix this before it spiraled completely out of control. "The mate bond," my father said suddenly. "Jeremy, can you feel her through the bond? Get a sense of her location, her emotional state?" I'd been avoiding reaching for the bond, afraid of what I might find. But with both of them staring at me expectantly, I had no choice. I closed my eyes and searched for that invisible thread connecting me to Emma. It was there, faint but present, which meant she was alive at least. But she'd blocked me almost completely, keeping me out with a strength I didn't know she possessed. When had she learned to do that? I pushed harder, trying to sense something, anything. All I got was a wall of ice and a flash of emotion so cold it made me flinch. Rage. Emma was absolutely furious. "She's alive," I said, opening my eyes. "But she's blocking me. I can barely feel her." Marcus's face went pale. "She's blocking her own mate? That takes considerable strength and effort. Jeremy, what the hell did you do to my daughter?" "I didn't—" "Don't lie to me!" Marcus slammed his hand on my father's desk, making us both jump. "Emma adores you. She's spent the last six months trying to be the perfect mate, the perfect future Luna. She doesn't just block you out and disappear unless you gave her a damn good reason." He was right. I knew he was right. But admitting it meant admitting everything—the affair with Vanessa, the plan to use Emma and discard her, the complete betrayal of the mate bond. "Son." My father's voice was quiet but firm. "Is there something you need to tell us?" I met his eyes and saw the question there. He suspected. Maybe he'd always suspected my relationship with Vanessa wasn't as innocent as I claimed. "No," I said. "Emma and I are fine. Were fine. I don't know why she left." The lie sat heavy on my tongue, but I couldn't take it back now. Marcus looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before—disappointment mixed with something darker. "If I find out you hurt my daughter, Jeremy, I don't care if you're the Alpha's son. I don't care about pack politics or alliances. I will make you regret ever laying eyes on her." It wasn't a threat. It was a promise. "Marcus," my father said carefully. "I understand your concern, but threatening my son—" "Is exactly what I'll keep doing until I have answers." Marcus turned to face my father fully. "With all due respect, Alpha, that's my daughter out there somewhere. Alone. Scared. Running from something or someone. And her own mate can't even be bothered to show real concern." The words hit harder than they should have. Because he was right—I wasn't concerned about Emma's wellbeing. I was concerned about what her disappearance meant for me, for my plans, for my future. When had I become this person? When had I started caring more about Vanessa, about politics, about my own desires than about my mate? "I want to help find her," I said, surprised to realize I meant it. At least partially. "Tell me what I can do." Marcus studied me for a long moment. "You can start by being honest. About everything. Because Emma didn't just wake up one day and decide to abandon her mate and her pack. Something drove her away. And I'm going to find out what." He left without another word, slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the windows. My father and I sat in silence for several minutes. "Jeremy," he finally said. "I'm going to ask you one question, and I want the truth. Did you cheat on your mate?" I should have lied. Should have denied it, protected myself, maintained the fiction. Instead, I found myself saying, "It's complicated." My father closed his eyes, disappointment radiating from him in waves. "Get out of my office." "Dad—" "Out. Now. Before I forget you're my son and remember I'm the Alpha of this pack." I left, my wolf whining in distress at the anger and disappointment from both our Alpha and our Beta. But beneath it all was something else. Something I didn't want to acknowledge. Fear. Because Emma had outmaneuvered me completely. And I had no idea what she was planning to do next.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







