All Chapters of My Cheating Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My Cheating Mate Emma pov My hands shook as I pulled out my phone, but my resolve didn't waver. If Jeremy thought he could use me and discard me on his timeline, he had another thing coming. I crept back down the hallway, my wolf lending me the stealth I needed. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to hide, to protect myself from more pain. But I forced myself forward. I needed proof. Needed insurance. The door was still cracked open, their sounds of pleasure echoing obscenely through the quiet hallway. My stomach churned, but I steadied my phone and pressed record. The video quality was perfect. Crystal clear footage of Jeremy's face contorted in ecstasy as he thrust into Vanessa. Her voice, breathy and triumphant: "God, you feel so much better than you do with her, don't you?" "So much better, baby. You know exactly what I need." I kept recording. Thirty seconds. A minute. Long enough that there could be no doubt, no excuses, no gaslighting about what I'd seen. "When are

My Cheating Mate Emma pov I made it two hours past pack borders before I had to pull over. The tears had been building behind my eyes the entire drive, blurring the highway lines, making my chest tight with the effort of holding them back. I'd kept myself together through sheer willpower, focusing on putting distance between myself and the Crescent Moon pack territory. But when I saw the sign for a rest stop, my body made the decision my mind couldn't. I yanked the steering wheel right, barely making the exit, and pulled into the farthest corner of the parking lot, away from the few semi-trucks idling near the building. Then I shattered. The sobs came from somewhere deep inside, violent and raw, tearing through me like claws. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles went white, my whole body shaking with the force of my grief. Jeremy didn't love me. Had never loved me. The mate bond—the Moon Goddess's sacred gift—meant nothing to him. I was just an inconvenience. A b

My Cheating Mate Emma pov My phone buzzed for the fifteenth time today. Dad's name flashed across the screen, and I felt my chest constrict with guilt and grief. I couldn't answer. Not yet. Not when I was barely holding myself together. I was holed up in a cheap motel three states away from Crescent Moon territory, paying cash so there'd be no trail. The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and cleaning chemicals, and the mattress had a suspicious stain I tried not to think about. But it was anonymous, and right now, anonymity was all I needed. The phone stopped buzzing. Seconds later, a voicemail notification appeared. I didn't listen to it. I couldn't. I'd already heard the previous fourteen—each one growing more desperate, more worried, more dad-like. "Emma, sweetheart, please call me back." "Baby girl, I need to know you're safe." "Emma, whatever's wrong, we can fix it. Just come home." Home. The word felt foreign now, like it belonged to a different person, a differen

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The laptop screen glowed in the darkened hotel room, casting harsh blue light across my face as I scrolled through rental listings in various cities. Denver. Portland. Asheville. Places far enough from Crescent Moon territory that Jeremy wouldn't think to look. I'd been in this dingy motel for six days, and I knew I couldn't stay much longer. The front desk clerk was already giving me suspicious looks, probably wondering what a young woman was doing alone in a cash-only dump like this. My phone sat face-down on the nightstand, silent for the moment. I'd turned off location services, disabled all the tracking features I could find, even removed the SIM card for a few hours before paranoia made me put it back in. I needed to stay connected to my dad, to Aria, even if I couldn't tell them where I was. Jeremy had called forty-three times in the past week. I'd counted. Each call made the mate bond flare with painful intensity, my wolf whining and scratching

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I'd made it halfway across the parking lot when the scent hit me—unwashed bodies, blood, and the distinctive wild musk of rogues who'd been without pack structure for too long. My wolf surged forward, immediately on high alert. Rogues. Multiple rogues. And they were close. Too close. I spun around, scanning the dark parking lot. The motel's flickering neon lights created shadows everywhere, perfect hiding spots for attackers. My eyes picked up movement near the tree line behind the building—at least three, maybe four shapes moving with predatory intent toward the back rooms. Toward Emma's room. Ice flooded my veins. This wasn't random. Rogues didn't just happen to show up at the exact motel where the future Luna of Crescent Moon Pack was hiding. Someone had sent them. And I had a sickening feeling I knew exactly who. Vanessa. The thought made rage burn through me. She wouldn't. She couldn't be that vindictive, that dangerous. Could she? But the