Cerita Pendek Plot Twists Werewolf & Novel Mate Female Growth

My Alpha mate slept with his childhood sweetheart to suppress her wolfsbane poisoning using his Alpha power. At dawn he knelt in front of me, holding a woman whose clothes were half off and whose body was covered in bruises. "Lilia was poisoned saving me. As the Alpha of this pack, I couldn't stand there and watch her die in agony!" Certain it would move me, he cut himself seven times with a silver dagger to atone. But the wolfsbane was still in Lilia's blood, and every time it flared, my Alpha husband went to save her. Afterward, he would cut himself once more. Six months later, he came to me bearing ninety-nine scars. A man who had never bowed to anyone lowered himself to beg me. "Dora, I've repented with my own flesh and blood. Lilia can't bear to give up the baby. I'm begging you to spare that small life. "You have trouble conceiving. Once the pup is born I'll send Lilia to the border and let the child call you mother. You will always be the mate the Moon Goddess chose for me." My heart felt as if it were being torn apart. I held back my tears and answered calmly, "All right." I crushed the pregnancy report I had been hiding into a ball and threw it into the hearth fire.

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

A few decades ago, human birth rates started dropping. The federal government tried everything, and they finally introduced a matching program that paired humans with werewolves based on genetic compatibility, hoping that cross-species unions would stabilize the population. High compatibility meant the human could stabilize a werewolf during their heat cycles, which was why the government prioritized it above everything else. The program came with a one-year trial period. I was assigned to the Stone brothers. Every night, I prepared two bowls of herbal broth for them. After a long patrol along the border, it helps restore their energy and speeds up wound healing. The older brother was cold and distant, but he would take the bowl politely and say thank you. The younger one was short-tempered. He often smashed his bowl and shouted at me. I thought I was being fair to both. Until my friend saw it one day and asked me hesitantly, "Do you not think that is unfair to the one who treats you better?" I thought about it all night. She was right. That evening, I came out of the kitchen with only one bowl of herbal broth.

Just before our mating ceremony, my fated mate, Keane Blackwood, told me out of nowhere that he had to mark his widowed sister-in-law, Elara, first. He needed a pureblood heir. And I was a half-blood werewolf. "Talise, Elara is the best choice. Don't worry. This is purely political. You're the only one I love. "It's only for a year. Wait for me." His warm palm cupped my cheek, and he looked at me with the same love I'd always seen in his eyes. I believed him. But the very next day, news broke that Elara was pregnant. Three months along. They'd been sneaking around behind my back for a long time. "Why did you hide it from me?" I ran to confront him, my eyes red and my lips trembling. "It's all for the pack." He sighed, looking tired. For the Blackwood pack, he could put off our dates, stay out all night, and put my feelings dead last. In the end, even my anger was dismissed as immature, and I was supposed to graciously hand over my own mate. Suddenly I was so tired I could barely stand. But Keane didn't seem to notice. He even asked me to give up the Luna's master suite on the top floor. I scoffed, turned, and stormed home. Then I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the Mediterranean medical project. "I accept your offer," I wrote.

Ten years ago, my daughter died in Healing Grove after the poison spread through her body. I held her cold, lifeless body in my arms, and the grief seeped so deep it settled into my bones. Her Alpha father had personally taken the only vial of antidote in the entire Healing Grove. He did it to save the daughter of his childhood sweetheart. But the girl had only scraped her knee after a fall. That day, I severed my mate bond without looking back and threw myself into the Herbalist Guild. Ten years later, I became the only witch on the entire continent capable of curing the rare wolfsbane poison. One day, the Elder Council summoned me for an emergency. A little girl had been poisoned, and they offered a reward of a million gold coins if I could save her. I accepted. But the instant I saw the patient's portrait, everything inside me went cold. I ripped the healer's badge from my chest and tore the medical file into pieces. "I refuse to treat her."

I am the Lycan King's only daughter and the rightful heir to the werewolf crown. When I was seven, my father chose four of the strongest and most striking alpha heirs from the four great packs to be my potential mates. He poured endless resources into raising them, grooming them to one day help me manage the council. It was not long before they became the center of attention of the entire kingdom. Everyone called them ‘The Apex Four’. However, I always knew they were not really interested in me, but in what they could gain from me. Even the one I secretly loved, Thorne, started to drift away from me when he became interested in another woman. After my father was gravely injured, he asked me which of the four I wanted to mate with. I could only give him a bitter smile. Rather than choose, I opted to draw lots and let the Moon Goddess decide my fate. Fate chose the most infamous of them all: Lucian. On the day I announced my mate, the last thing I expected was Thorne to break down and beg me not to leave.