Semua Bab Fated Mates Torn By Hate (Werewolf Short Stories): Bab 151 - Bab 160

Half-brother. A Rogue forever.Those words burned at the back of my mind as I stared at the Rogue who saved me to my left and my fiancé to my right.Though the name didn’t fit the wild, untamed image I had of him. Speaking of wild, that dream I had a few nights ago flashed before me. My cheeks heated at the memory of his naked body alone. And yet the Rogue, who was dressed in the most civilized attire I thought a Rogue could wear, is seated beside me at Alpha Azriel's table as though he once belonged here.“It’s good to finally meet you, Alexander,” my father spoke. It seems he was more interested in the Rogue who saved me rather than his own daughter’s well-being.Sure I look calm and unbothered so I wouldn’t wonder why my father remained oblivious to my turmoil, but...The Rogue who had saved my life was no mere Rogue. He was my fiance’s half-brother, and somehow, I found it troubling.Beta Homer squinted his eyes at me, at us, and that made everything more messier than it should be

I met my father’s gaze. There was a strange sense of power in the idea of making my own choice—of carving my own destiny rather than being handed off as a political pawn.But I know I’ve never been a pawn. And the way Alpha Azriel gave me the power to choose as if he sees me as his equal...“I'll consider it,” I said firmly, dragging my body to stand before everyone. My chair scraped the wooden floor.Azriel's smile widened, eyes triumphant. I ignored the fact that my life had just become far more complicated than it already was.Why? Because living with your mate and fiancé seemed fun and challenging. Not to mention that I can finally slap to Beta Homer’s face with the fact that I have two formidable contenders to my hand in marriage who found me just a few days after we broke up. I’m already smiling at the thought alone.But Alexander’s expression remained stoic, his eyes turning like molten gold. “No. I’m not going to let any of that happen.”***A tense silence fell over the dinin

The High Priestess cleared her throat, her lilting voice echoing in the stillness of the night. The wedding ceremony began, moon-blessed vows echoing through the courtyard as witnesses from the Moonbeam Pack and Moonborn Pack looked on. My father’s face beamed with satisfaction and triumph.“Do you, Alpha Azriel of the Moonborn Pack, take Rhiannon, daughter of Alpha Dorian of the Moonbeam Pack, as your wife and Luna?”“I do,” he breathed with a smile.I turned to him. I glanced at the High Priestess once. My breath became ragged as I stared at Alpha Azriel. “Do you, Rhiannon, daughter of Alpha Dorian of the Moonbeam Pack, take Alpha Azriel of the Moonborn Pack, as your Alpha and husband?” As the High Priestess spoke, sealing our hands in marriage, Azriel leaned closer and waited for my response. This is it—the very purpose my father raised me to be. This shall be my revenge to Beta Homer and to the mate who rejected me, Alexander the Rogue. Just a few days ago, I despised this arran

Alexander’s POVSix months have passed ever since I rejected Rhiannon, but it felt just like yesterday.I thought rejecting a mate would only be painful at first. And yet...I still found myself tormented by the rejection of the mating bond even now, an ache in my chest that refused to fade. A thorn in my side that just grew sharper and sharper each day, stabbing me deeper.I peered through the trees; my brother and his wife are currently celebrating their first sixth monthsary.Half a year of being married together and they seemed so happy. Whereas I...I thought rejecting her will bring me happiness because it means I will not be connected to my half-brother in any way. And yet here I am...secretly watching them. Hoping I have what they currently have.It seemed my Alpha brother won no matter what parts of life.When we were a child, our father favored him. Now that he married my former mate, she favored him too.The night air was sharp against my skin, the chill seeping into my bone

Alpha Azriel’s POV For six months, I have called Rhiannon my wife. For six months, I have watched her live in my pack, among my people—once a reluctant Luna, now a she-wolf slowly finding her place.And for six months, I have fallen for her more than I ever thought possible.It hadn’t been easy at first. She had kept her distance, cautious and guarded, always holding a part of herself back. I never blamed her for it. She had been rejected by Alex, discarded like she was nothing, and I knew the scars of that betrayal ran deeper than she’d ever admit.But time has a way of softening even the most broken of she-wolves.I noticed it in the little things. The way her gaze lingered on me a second longer. The way she leaned into my touch instead of pulling away. The way she started seeking me out—not out of duty, but of desire.Our nights no longer carried that unspoken tension. She laughed more and smiled more. Every