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018: A Luna Unveiling
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 019: The Reveal
HANNAH’S POVThe day of the welcoming party had finally arrived, and despite Xavier’s reassurances that Kara—his Beta’s mate—would be coming around to help me get ready, I couldn’t shake the nervousness gnawing at me.The way Xavier had spoken about Kara, his eyes lighting up as he described her, made me believe she would be kind. Yet the fluttering in my stomach persisted—a mix of anxiety and anticipation twisting within me.Xavier had left early that morning, muttering something about needing to check on the party preparations. But I knew better; it was just an excuse to give Kara and me some space. I appreciated the gesture, especially since I was feeling both lazy and nauseous from the pregnancy hormones.The mere thought of dragging myself out of Xavier’s king-sized bed felt like an Olympic feat. But I had to look presentable before Kara arrived, so I forced myself up, each movement a small victory over the fatigue weighing me down.The cold tiles sent a shiver up my spine as I p
Last Updated : 2024-09-04My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 020: Anxiety And Anticipation
HANNAH'S POVEver since arriving at the Blue Moon pack and being confined to Xavier's room, the outside world had become a distant memory. The walls of his quarters were both my shelter and my prison, with only fleeting glimpses of the world beyond through half-closed curtains.So when he finally told me about the party, I could only think of one thing: freedom, at last. But the momentary joy was quickly replaced by a creeping sense of dread. Xavier mentioned that he had invited all the neighboring packs and allies.Could Coby be among them?The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine, my palms dampening with the anxiety that gripped me. As we walked down the long hallway, my fingers instinctively tightened around Xavier's arm, my anchor in this storm of uncertainty."Are you okay?" Xavier's voice, always so controlled, now had an edge of concern. His eyes flickered toward me, softening at the sight of my tension.I forced a smile, though my stomach was in knots. "Yeah, just... a litt
Last Updated : 2024-09-05My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 021:Surprise Reunion
HANNAH’S POVMy breath caught in my throat the moment I saw him—Andrew. His familiar chiseled jawline, the messy hair that always looked like he had just woken up, and those deep brown eyes that always seemed to be watching, observing everything. My heart stuttered for a second as a mix of shock and something else—something I didn’t want to name—rushed through me. I hadn’t seen him in weeks, and I certainly didn’t expect to find him at Xavier's lavish party. The room around us faded; the hum of laughter and clinking glasses reduced to a dull buzz as my eyes locked onto him. “Andrew?” The word slipped out, barely above a whisper, my voice betraying my disbelief. I swallowed hard, feeling the sudden dryness in my throat. “What are you doing here?” His lips curled into a small smile, but his eyes... they told a different story. A hint of something—perhaps relief, or maybe something darker—flickered there. “Hannah,” he said softly, his voice like a memory. “It’s good to see you again.”
Last Updated : 2024-09-07My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 022: The Other Woman
HANNAH'S POVI gazed at Eva, my expression cold, disinterested. Every muscle in my face was deliberately still—no flicker of warmth, no hint of openness. The air between us felt thick, suffocating, as if the tension had manifested into something tangible. But Eva, unfazed, stepped closer. She forced a smile—tight, strained—and extended her hand, a hollow gesture wrapped in forced civility. “Let’s start again, Hannah.” Her voice was coated with a sickly sweetness, each word dripping with an effort to seem kind. I could hear the tension beneath it, the way her vocal cords tightened with resentment she couldn’t fully mask. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. Maybe we should reintroduce ourselves, try to make amends. Who knows—we could become allies, if not friends.” A sigh escaped me, slow and deliberate, laden with disinterest. “I’m not interested in becoming your ally or friend, Eva.” The words came out clipped, each syllable sharp, as though I was too exhausted to even bother w
Last Updated : 2024-09-08My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 023: Night Time Cravings
HANNAH'S POVXavier’s face shifted, his brows drawing together in concentration. His voice, calm yet calculated, broke the silence. "Eva was no one, Hannah. Just another pack member. You didn’t need to worry about her."I studied him, my mind racing as I pieced together what I’d heard. My eyes narrowed as I searched his face for the truth. "That’s not what I’ve been told," I said, my voice firmer than I intended. "I heard you were going to make her your Luna before I came along and ruined your plans."His expression changed—shock, confusion, and finally, a flicker of anger briefly clouding his features. But beneath the mask he wore, I caught a glimpse of something else. Guilt. It was subtle, but it was there."Who told you that?" Xavier’s voice dropped, edged with a dangerous calm, as though he were barely holding back a storm.I lifted my chin, refusing to back down. "Does it really matter where I heard it? The point is, you’re not telling me the truth. You and Eva—you were together,
Last Updated : 2024-10-01My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 024: Growing Closer
HANNAH’S POVThe next morning, I slowly opened my eyes, still half-lost in the warmth of sleep, only to find Xavier beside me. His large, protective arms were wrapped around me like a barrier against the world, as if even in sleep, he was afraid to let go. For a moment, I just lay there, captivated by the rise and fall of his chest.He looked peaceful, his rugged features softened by sleep. His brows, usually furrowed in concentration, were relaxed. His long lashes—ridiculously long for a man—rested against his cheeks, giving him an almost boyish innocence. I couldn’t help but smile as I noticed his slightly parted lips, the softest of snores escaping now and then. My heart swelled unexpectedly.“Why do I feel this way?” I wondered, a flutter stirring in my chest. I couldn’t help it; I was drawn to him more than I should be. There was something comforting about watching him sleep, something that made me feel... love. But love was dangerous, wasn’t it? I shook my head lightly, trying t
Last Updated : 2024-10-02My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 025: The Return Of The Past
HANNAH’S POVTHREE YEARS LATERThree years can slip by like a gentle breeze—swift and subtle—yet in those years, my life had transformed. Jackson, my beautiful boy, had become the sun around which my world revolved. And Xavier—he had been my anchor, always steady, always there. From the moment Jackson’s first cry broke through the air, Xavier became a man who lived for us.I remember that day like it was yesterday: the exhaustion, the pain, and then... the overwhelming joy. I saw something new in Xavier’s eyes when he held our son for the first time—pride, yes, but also a kind of fierce tenderness.As he whispered Jackson’s name, a name he chose to honor his late father, I knew our lives had shifted forever. The bond between us deepened in that moment. Whatever doubts I had about his commitment faded away like mist under the morning sun.One night, when Jackson wouldn’t settle, his tiny voice demanding Xavier’s presence, I glanced at the clock. Nine p.m. had come and gone, and still, n
Last Updated : 2024-10-03My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 026: Facing The Past
HANNAH’S POV"Crimson Pack." The name hit me like a blow, and for a moment, all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears. The Crimson Pack—the one pack I had hoped never to cross paths with again.My breath hitched. The hesitation in Xavier’s voice before he uttered the words should have confirmed my worst fear—it was my old pack. Memories crashed over me, each one cutting deeper than the last.Three years had passed, but the scars still remained, hidden but not forgotten. I had worked so hard to bury that part of my life, but now, it was rising to the surface, threatening everything I held dear."No, this can't be happening." My mind raced with fear and anger. "What would this mean for me, for my son, Jackson?" The thought of Alpha Coby coming here, seeing him, and realizing he was his own son sent a jolt of panic through my veins."Oh no! What if he tries to take Jackson away from me? It would be over my dead body," I swore to myself. Jackson was mine—no one would take him, not
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 002: Handwriting
HANNAH’S POVThe drive home felt endless, each turn of the wheel dragging against my muscles like lead. My grip tightened on the steering wheel, the note on the passenger seat a searing weight on my conscience. Every word on that paper was carved into my mind—cold, deliberate, and damning.Whoever wrote it knew what happened that night. It confirmed once more that Vivian’s death wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a mistake. It was planned.A breath shuddered through me as I pulled into the driveway. The house stood silent, its windows dark like hollowed-out eyes. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to face Xavier—not when my thoughts were a tangled mess of fear and fury. But there was no time to process, no space to hesitate.I stepped out of the car, the note still clutched tightly in my hand, and made my way to the door, my steps slow but purposeful. I couldn’t hesitate now.Inside, the house was quiet. I didn’t need to search for Xavier—I could feel his presence even before I found
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection Act Two: 001: Death Threats
HANNAH’S POVThe morning sunlight slanted through the window, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The warmth should have been comforting, but it wasn’t. It’s been a week since mom was buried and also the first time am about to leave the house alone.I knelt, adjusting the strap of my shoes with steady hands, but my heart pounded in a slow, uneasy rhythm. Behind me, the quiet hum of Jackson playing with his blocks filled the air, the soft clatters of plastic meeting the floor. But I felt him watching me.Xavier.He stood by the door, arms crossed, his stormy eyes dark with unspoken thoughts—concern? Frustration? Both, maybe.I didn’t look up. Not yet.“You’re sure you don’t want me to drive you?” His voice was low, careful—controlled. But underneath it was something raw, a plea dressed as a question.I forced a small smile, finally meeting his gaze. “I’ll be fine, Xavier. It’s just my mother’s house.”His jaw tightened, a flicker of doubt flashing across his face. He dragg
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection Author's Note: End Of Act One
First, let me take a moment to say how much I appreciate all of you who have stuck with this book from the very beginning. Your support means everything to me, and I wouldn’t be here without you.As some of you may have noticed, this month’s daily updates have come to a close. But don’t worry—this is just the beginning! Act One of the story has officially wrapped up, and Act Two is coming next month. Expect tangled loose ends to unravel, shocking betrayals, and explosive moments from both heroes and villains. Trust me, the drama is just heating up.Before we move forward, though, I have some serious questions for you. Let’s get real, dive deep, and stir the pot:1. Who is your favorite character—and do you think they’re as good or as heroic as they seem? What flaws do you see in them that others might not?2. Which villain do you secretly root for? Come on, admit it—some of them have charm, wit, or motives that make them oddly irresistible. Who’s your guilty pleasure villain, and why?
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 221: Kitchen Therapy
XAVIER’S POVWhen I walked in with Jackson in my arms, I half-expected to find Hannah where I’d left her—probably curled up in bed, either crying or staring at the ceiling in exhausted silence. Instead, the sharp, rhythmic sound of a knife against the cutting board greeted me.She stood at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, dicing vegetables with a precision that bordered on mechanical. I stopped in the doorway, the sight hitting me harder than I expected.Her movements were smooth but rigid, her shoulders tight, her jaw clenched. She wasn’t just cooking dinner—she was trying to hold herself together, gripping that knife like it was the only thing tethering her to the ground.I set Jackson in his high chair by the table. He giggled, his little legs kicking with unfiltered joy.“Stay here, buddy,” I whispered, brushing a hand over his soft curls.As I moved closer to Hannah, I softened my footsteps. She didn’t look up, didn’t even acknowledge me. Her focus was unyielding, each cho
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 220: Gone But Not Forgotten
HANNAH’S POVTwo days later, the Shadow Moon Pack gathered beneath a gray, brooding sky, heavy with unshed rain. The damp earth clung to our boots as if nature itself shared in our mourning. Grief hung thick in the air—almost tangible—pressing down on every chest, every breath.We hadn’t yet recovered from Ella’s death, and now we stood here again, burying Cecilia. The ache was relentless, a gaping void that refused to be filled.The whispers about Vivian’s death had not died down. They lingered, a low murmur of unanswered questions and unspoken fears. Her mysterious and unresolved passing hovered like a ghost at the edges of our collective mind. No one dared speak of it during the ceremony, but I saw it in their eyes—a quiet unease weaving through the crowd like a thread pulled too tight.I stood at the head of the grave—Cecilia’s grave. Her name felt foreign and jagged in my mind. As the only family she had left, the task of leading the rites fell to me. My voice didn’t waver as I s
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 219: Gone
Hannah’s POVI stayed by Cecilia’s bedside all night, my fingers interlaced with hers as though my grip alone could anchor her to this world. The doctor’s words replayed in my mind, relentless and cold: Her heart is getting weaker.What if she woke up and I wasn’t there? What if the moment I left, she slipped away? The thought clawed at me, suffocating. So I stayed rooted by her side, refusing to move an inch.The dim hum of the monitors was both a comfort and a threat, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat a fragile promise. I watched her chest rise and fall, willing each breath to continue. Her skin was pale—translucent almost—as though the light of life inside her was dimming.By morning, exhaustion wrapped around me like a heavy coat. I rested my head on the edge of her bed, the blanket warm and worn beneath my cheek. Sleep stole me in brief, flickering moments where memories danced—Mom in the kitchen, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon filling the air, her laugh a melody I hadn’t rea
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 218: Vigil And Villain
COBY’S POVFor a brief moment, his smirk faltered. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. That tiny crack in his armor bolstered me."You think I don’t see what you’re doing? You’re trying to bait me, Elijah, but it’s not going to work. I came here for justice, and I’ll get it—whether you like it or not."Elijah’s playful demeanor evaporated, replaced by something colder, sharper. "Careful, Coby," he warned, his voice icy. "You’re treading on dangerous ground. If you want to keep your precious little life intact, I suggest you tread lightly."I leaned in close, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You don’t scare me," I hissed. "You’re nothing but a coward hiding behind your power. And when the truth comes out, the pack will see you for what you really are."I turned and walked away, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t look back. Not now. Not ever.He might think he’s clever, trying to pin this on me, but I w
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 217: Smug Vs Seething
Coby’s POVAfter parting ways with Xavier that morning, I decided I wasn’t going to sit back any longer, waiting for justice to stumble around like some blindfolded fool. Elijah might innocent but I knew he was hiding something—my gut screamed it—and if no one else would confront him, then it would have to be me.The hours crawled by as I trailed him, every muscle in my body taut with purpose. He moved like smoke through the pack—slippery, calculated, as if he knew how to blend into the background. But not to me. I saw every sidestep, every careful glance.It was late afternoon when my chance came. He stood alone near the edge of the training grounds, his lean frame angled toward a figure who left the moment I appeared. He turned his back to me, unaware—or maybe just pretending.I didn’t falter. My boots crunched deliberately against the gravel as I closed the distance. His shoulders tensed—just a flicker—before he turned, a smug smirk already painting his face.“Well, if it isn’t Cob
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 216: Strangled Assets
Coby’s POVThe next morning, I stood outside the coroner's office, a knot of unease twisting in my stomach. The dawn light washed the street in muted grays, the quiet air punctuated only by the faint rustle of leaves. My breath hung in visible puffs as I exhaled, each one feeling heavier than the last. Sleep had been an elusive luxury—every time I closed my eyes, the weight of what was to come pressed harder against my chest.The sound of measured footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Xavier’s figure emerged from the misty street, his stride calm and deliberate. Even in the low light, his presence seemed to command the world around him."Morning," he greeted, his voice steady but tinged with an edge I couldn’t quite place. His piercing eyes met mine, searching for something beneath the surface."Morning," I replied, forcing my tone into something resembling calm. My hands, buried deep in my pockets, clenched into fists."Did you sleep?" he asked, his brow lifting in faint skepticism.
