Sentence Me to Death, Sentence Him to Regret

I'd been poisoned with wolfsbane. I dragged my heavy body toward the bedroom, wanting to find Fenrir.

Before I could even enter, I heard the seductive moans of a she-wolf from inside.

"Alpha Fenrir, I'm in heat. Please help me."

At the sound of Rita's voice, my heart skipped a beat.

Three hours ago, while patrolling the border, I arrested Rita, who was communicating with the enemy pack.

This half-wolf Omega used wolfsbane to ambush me and two warriors, who died on the spot. I tracked her all the way despite my injury, never expecting her to escape to my home.

I pushed open the slightly ajar door and saw Rita, her face flushed. Not only was she completely naked, but her head was also buried between Fenrir's legs.

Worst still, Fenrir didn't refuse her.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but step forward and demand answers.

"Fenrir, do you even know what you're doing? You're sleeping with the traitor who almost killed me!"

When he heard my voice, Fenrir immediately grabbed a blanket to cover Rita. He then pulled up his pants before turning around and replying in a low voice, "Cynthia, are you still unrepentant?

"You're the one who caused Rita's heat to come early. She nearly lost her chastity because of it, and now you're falsely accusing her?" Then, he shook his head disappointedly and reached out to me.

"If you hand over the antidote, I might consider not exiling you."

I froze for a second, then hurriedly asked, "Fenrir, what are you talking about? I didn't poison Rita, so where would I get the antidote?"

As I spoke, pain washed over my entire body, and my voice weakened considerably. "Fenrir, I know you have the antidote for wolfsbane. Give it to me, and I'll prove all of this."

Just at that moment, Rita's wanton moans rang out again. She groped wildly on the headboard, inadvertently knocking over and spilling every last drop of the wolfsbane antidote.

I wanted to lunge forward and gather the quickly dissipating antidote on the ground, but Fenrir grabbed my wrist, anger flickering in his eyes.

"Cynthia, are you trying to use this to gain sympathy? But I've never shown mercy to traitors. You brought this upon yourself—you need to learn your lesson."

With that, he threw me aside violently.

I crashed heavily to the ground. Due to the excruciating pain, I didn't even have the strength to get up. Instead, I could only watch helplessly as my husband, the wolf I had loved for seven years, walked towards another she-wolf in heat.

The quiet bedroom soon filled with the wet sounds of mating, and I watched with my own eyes as Fenrir's thick member thrust in and out of Rita.

Rita moaned in pleasure. "Alpha Fenrir, this is my first time."

And Fenrir, pumping his masculine hips, responded with tenderness, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you."

Every second of this humiliating scene was pure torment. Yet, the memory of the night Fenrir marked me flashed through my mind.

His expression had been just as gentle then, though his powerful thrusts had been relentless. He said he loved me and vowed to be loyal to me for life. Yet, he was betraying that promise right before my eyes at this very moment.

But the true agony was only beginning. When a fated mate committed betrayal, both the marked and the marker would experience intense, visceral pain.

Fenrir was already letting out pained growls on the bed. He began to thrust wildly, as if venting his fury.

"Alpha Fenrir, we should stop. I'm just a half-wolf Omega—I'm not worth it," Rita sobbed as she reached out to wipe the sweat from Fenrir's brow.

Fenrir, however, pinned her hands to the bed. Then, he leaned down and whispered breathlessly in her ear, "I never judge someone by their status. A traitor doesn't deserve to be Luna. I'll break the mate bond with Cynthia."

Hearing this, I felt my blood run cold.

Without even bothering to distinguish right from wrong, Fenrir had sentenced me to death and even proposed to unilaterally dissolve our mate bond.

I could hardly believe it, yet everything before my eyes told me this was real.

I recalled our first meeting. Seven years ago, I was searching for medicinal herbs on the mountain during winter when a blizzard hit me.

Lost, hungry, and freezing, I encountered Fenrir patrolling the border. Back then, he was just a tall, handsome warrior of the Frostclaw pack. He used this fur to warm my frozen body and his blood to satisfy my hunger and thirst.

It had only been seven years, yet why had everything changed?

After what seemed like forever, the sound of panting in the bedroom gradually subsided. Then, Fenrir's tired voice sounded above my head.

"Cynthia, Rita will take your place, whereas you will be exiled. But I'll give you the antidote. This is the last mercy I'll show you."