All Chapters of My Cheating Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I finished bandaging the worst of my wounds with the supplies Emma had left behind, my hands shaking slightly from blood loss and exhaustion. Every movement pulled at the gashes across my ribs, sending sharp spikes of pain through my body. My phone buzzed. Then again. And again. I pulled it out, already knowing who it would be. Vanessa: "Where are you?" Vanessa: "Jeremy, answer me right now." Vanessa: "I know you went after her. You're making a huge mistake." Vanessa: "She's NOTHING. I'm your real mate. I'm the one who's been there for you." Vanessa: "Answer your fucking phone!" I stared at the messages, my wolf snarling with disgust. How had I ever thought I wanted this? Wanted her? Another message came through, this one with a photo attached. I opened it and immediately wished I hadn't. It was Vanessa, naked in my bed—our bed, the one I'd shared with Emma—posing suggestively with a caption: "This is what you're missing. This is what you're t

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I sat in my car down the street from Beta Marcus's house, watching the door Emma had just closed. The finality of it felt like a physical blow—like watching the last chance I'd ever have with her disappear behind wood and paint. My wolf howled in my head, a sound of pure anguish that made my chest tighten until I could barely breathe. We'd lost her. Really, truly lost her. And it was entirely our fault. I pulled out my phone and stared at the screen, not really seeing it. My hands were shaking. From blood loss, exhaustion, or fear—probably all three. What had I done? What the fuck had I done? For the first time since this whole nightmare started, I let myself really think about it. Really consider the magnitude of my betrayal. I'd cheated on my mate. Not a girlfriend, not a casual relationship—my fated mate, the one person the Moon Goddess had chosen for me. The bond was supposed to be sacred, unbreakable, the foundation of pack society and wolf c

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I signed off on another stack of patrol reports without really reading them, my mind wandering for the hundredth time today. The words blurred together—perimeter secure, no rogue activity, all clear. Three months. It had been three months since the pack meeting, three months since Emma had shown mercy I didn't deserve, three months since our mate bond had been formally dissolved. And three months since Vanessa had vanished without a trace. My father knocked on my office door—the same office where I'd destroyed my life—and entered without waiting for permission. "Jeremy, we need to talk about the patrol schedules. You approved overlapping shifts again." He set the papers on my desk, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. "That's the third time this week." "Sorry. I'll fix it." I reached for the documents, but he pulled them back. "Son, I know you're going through a difficult time, but the pack needs you present. Actually present, not just

My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I laid Emma down as gently as I could, my hands shaking with adrenaline and fear. Her blood—too much blood—was pooling beneath her, the silver poisoning already spreading dark veins across her shoulder and chest. *"Medic! I need a medic at the northwest corner NOW!"* My father's voice boomed through the mind-link. But I couldn't wait. Couldn't hope help would arrive in time. Vanessa stood twenty feet away, her wolf form practically vibrating with satisfaction. Behind her, the remaining rogues were regrouping, preparing for another assault. Something inside me snapped. Not fear. Not guilt. Pure, incandescent rage. Emma had saved me. Had thrown herself in front of a silver blade meant for me, even after everything I'd done to her. Even after I'd betrayed her, hurt her, destroyed what we could have been. She'd saved me anyway. And Vanessa was laughing about it. I shifted, my wolf surging forward with a fury I'd never felt before. The pain from my in

My Cheating Mate Emma pov Three weeks. Jeremy had been unconscious for three weeks, and I'd spent nearly every day sitting beside his hospital bed. The nurses knew me by name now. They'd stopped questioning why the ex-mate who'd been so publicly wronged kept showing up with books to read aloud, with updates about pack business, with one-sided conversations that filled the sterile silence. My father had stopped asking too, though I caught him watching me sometimes with an expression I couldn't quite read. Concern, maybe. Or understanding. "The council met again yesterday," I said, adjusting the blanket across Jeremy's chest. His color was better than it had been—no longer that terrifying gray-pale—but he still hadn't woken. "They're implementing those mate bond law changes we discussed. The ones that allow for dissolution in cases of proven infidelity without requiring mutual consent." No response. Just the steady beep of the heart monitor, the rhythmic whoosh of the ventilator t