All Chapters of My mate slept with my bestfriend,so I became his alpha queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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My Birthday Morning

Bailey Ashwood woke up before dawn.Not because she wanted to.Because something inside her wouldn’t let her sleep.Her heart was beating too fast. Too loud. Like it was trying to tell her something her mind couldn’t understand yet.She stared at the wooden ceiling of her room, blinking slowly as the faint blue light of early morning crept through her window.Eighteen.The word echoed in her head.She was eighteen today.Her lips curved into a small, nervous smile.“This is it,” she whispered to herself.The day everything could change.The day the Moon Goddess might finally answer her prayers.Bailey pushed herself up, wrapping her arms around her knees as a familiar thought crept in — one she had carried for years.Liam.Just the sound of his name in her head made her chest tighten.Liam Black.Future Alpha.Strong. Confident. Untouchable.And completely out of her reach.Or at least… that’s what she had always believed.Bailey exhaled softly, pressing her palm against her chest as

Behind closed doors

The door opened slowly.For a second, Bailey didn’t understand what she was seeing.Her mind refused to make sense of the shapes… the sounds… the scent.Then reality hit.Hard.The room smelled like sweat. Like sex. Like something intimate and wrong.Her breath caught in her throat.The sheets were tangled.Bodies moved.A woman’s soft gasp filled the air.Bailey froze at the doorway, her fingers still wrapped around the handle as if she needed it to stay standing.“No…”The word came out barely audible.The mate bond pulsed violently in her chest — not with joy anymore, but with something sharp and burning.Her vision cleared.And she saw them.Liam.And Jenny.Jenny’s back arched as Liam moved over her, his hands gripping her hips like she belonged there.Like she had always belonged there.Like Bailey had never existed.A sound tore out of Bailey’s throat — something between a sob and a scream.Both heads snapped toward the door.Time stopped.Jenny’s eyes widened.Liam went comple

Leaving home

Bailey didn’t remember how she got out of Liam’s building.Or how she crossed the training grounds.Or how the whispers started.All she knew was pain.It lived in her chest now.Heavy. Sharp. Constant.Every breath felt wrong. Like the air itself was cutting her from the inside.Her wolf was silent.Not calm.Not healed.Just… silent.As if it had retreated somewhere deep to lick its wounds.Bailey stumbled to a stop near the edge of the pack territory, gripping a tree trunk for support.Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand.“I’m fine,” she whispered.But she wasn’t.She was falling apart.Footsteps pounded behind her.“Bailey!”Lucas.Of course.He would come.He always came.She didn’t turn around.Didn’t trust herself to speak.Strong hands grabbed her shoulders, spinning her around.The moment Lucas saw her face, his expression changed.Shock.Then fury.Then something dangerously close to heartbreak.“What did he do?” he demanded.Bailey tried to answer.Instead

Being Human

The first night alone was the worst.Bailey had always thought heartbreak was a quiet thing.Something that sat gently in your chest and made you sad.She had been wrong.Heartbreak was loud.It screamed in her bones.It clawed at her lungs.It turned sleep into a battlefield and memories into weapons.She walked for hours after leaving the pack lands, not knowing where she was going. The forest seemed endless, shadows stretching across the ground like hands trying to drag her back.Back to Liam.Back to Jenny.Back to the humiliation she could still feel burning on her skin.Her legs eventually gave out near a narrow dirt road she had never seen before.She sank onto the ground, breathing hard, staring blankly ahead.“I can’t do this,” she whispered.Her voice sounded strange in the silence.Weak.Lost.Her wolf remained quiet inside her.Not comforting.Not guiding.Just… distant.Like it no longer trusted the world.Bailey wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold the pieces

2 years later

The alarm rang at exactly 6:00 a.m.Bailey didn’t hit snooze.She never did.There was something comforting about routine now. Something safe. Predictable. Unlike the chaos she had once called home.She sat up slowly in her narrow bed, pushing her hair away from her face as sunlight slipped through the thin curtains of her small apartment.For a moment, she stayed still.Listening.Not for pack sounds.Not for wolves.Not for danger.Just for the quiet hum of human life — distant traffic, a barking dog, someone arguing faintly across the street.Normal sounds.Her lips curved into a soft smile.She had learned to love normal.Two years ago, she had arrived in this town with nothing but borrowed money, a broken heart, and a scent that no longer belonged to the werewolf world.Now she had a job.A routine.A life that was hers alone.It wasn’t perfect.But it was real.Bailey swung her legs off the bed and stretched, wincing slightly at the familiar ache in her muscles. Human life requi

The Ceo

The café door opened slowly.At first, Bailey only noticed the silence.It spread through the room like an invisible wave. Conversations faded. Cutlery paused mid-air. Even the coffee machine seemed to hiss more quietly.Then she saw the shoes.Black. Polished. Expensive.Her gaze travelled upward — long legs, a tailored dark suit, broad shoulders that filled the doorway like he owned the space simply by existing.Something inside her tightened.Not attraction.Instinct.Danger.The man stepped fully inside.And the world tilted.Bailey forgot how to breathe.It wasn’t just that he was handsome. Plenty of men were handsome.It was the way he carried himself.Controlled.Powerful.Like he was used to being obeyed.Like the air itself made room for him.His hair was dark, slightly tousled as if he didn’t care enough to tame it. His jaw was sharp. His expression unreadable.But his eyes—The moment his gaze landed on her, everything changed.They were silver.Not grey.Silver.Predatory.

Returned Feelings

Bailey didn’t remember finishing her shift.Everything after that moment with Xander felt blurred, like someone had smudged reality with trembling hands.She moved on instinct.Smiling at customers.Clearing tables.Washing cups.Answering Jenna’s endless questions with automatic nods.But inside…Nothing was normal.Her heart hadn’t slowed down.Not once.It beat too fast.Too hard.Like something inside her was trying to break free.By the time she finally stepped outside into the evening air, her nerves were stretched thin.The sky was already darkening, streaked with deep purple and fading gold. The streetlights flickered on one by one.Usually, she loved this time of day.It meant she had survived another shift.Another normal human day.But tonight…Her chest felt tight.Wrong.She wrapped her arms around herself and started walking quickly toward her apartment.You’re imagining things.That’s what she kept telling herself.Xander Draven was just a strange man.Powerful, yes.In

He follows

Bailey barely slept.She kept the lights on all night.Not because she was afraid of the dark.Because she was afraid of what her mind would show her if she closed her eyes.Every time she drifted off, memories came.The rejection.The pain.And now…Silver eyes.Watching her.Claiming her.Waiting.By morning, exhaustion sat heavy on her shoulders. Her head throbbed. Her thoughts felt slow and tangled.But routine was survival.Routine meant control.So she forced herself out of bed, forced herself into the shower, forced herself into her uniform.Human life didn’t pause for emotional breakdowns.Rent still had to be paid.Work still had to be done.She walked to the café with determination stiffening her spine.Yesterday was a mistake.That’s what she told herself.A strange encounter.Nothing more.She wouldn’t let it grow into something bigger.The bell chimed as she pushed the café door open.Jenna looked up instantly.“Bailey! You will not believe what—”Her words died mid-sente

The Pull

Bailey didn’t finish her shift.She tried.She really did.But the longer Xander stayed in that café, the harder it became to pretend everything was normal.Every movement he made felt like it echoed inside her chest.Every time he looked at her, her heartbeat betrayed her.And the worst part?Her wolf was no longer silent.It wasn’t fully awake.But it was there.Watching.Listening.Reacting.By mid-afternoon, Bailey’s hands were shaking so badly she dropped a tray.Cups shattered across the floor.The sound made everyone turn.“You okay?” Mark asked quickly.Bailey nodded too fast.“I’m fine. Just tired.”A lie.She felt like her skin was too tight for her body.Like something inside her was trying to claw its way out.Like she was being pulled toward something she didn’t want.Toward him.She didn’t look at Xander.She refused.But she could feel him standing now.Feel his presence moving closer.Her breathing became uneven.“Bailey.”His voice was low.Careful.Dangerous.“Don’t,

The spell weakens

Bailey couldn’t breathe.It felt like her chest was being split open from the inside, like something sharp and alive was forcing its way through her ribs.Her fingers dug into the dirt as she knelt on the cold ground, her whole body shaking.“Bailey—look at me.”Xander’s voice sounded close.Too close.She didn’t want him close.She didn’t want any of this.“Make it stop,” she gasped.Her voice broke halfway through, turning into a weak, desperate sound she hated.She hadn’t sounded like this in two years.Not since the day everything fell apart.Xander’s hand hovered near her shoulder, like he wasn’t sure if touching her would help or make things worse.“What’s happening to you?” he asked, his voice tight.Bailey squeezed her eyes shut.“I hid it,” she forced out. “I hid everything.”His silence told her he was listening carefully.Processing.Waiting.“A witch…” she continued, breath uneven. “She masked my scent. Locked my wolf away.”Xander’s breath hitched.“You sealed your wolf?”

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