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028: Gloves Of Guilt
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 029: Truth Hurts
COBY’S POVThe words hammered against my skull, relentless, deafening.“Eva is dead.”No. No, it couldn’t be true. My legs moved on their own, each step heavier than the last, as if the air itself had turned to lead. When I saw her—her body sprawled on the iron bed, her fiery spirit snuffed out as they carried her into the ambulance—my world shattered. She was gone. Murdered.“Who did this?” The question tore through me, sharp and unrelenting.Elijah’s men. It had to be. Because of me. My chest tightened, the guilt a living, gnawing thing. If I hadn’t dragged her into this, if I hadn’t asked her to betray Elijah, she’d still be alive.I didn’t love her. Not the way she wanted. But she didn’t deserve this. Not to die alone, betrayed, because of my recklessness. Before anyone could ask me questions, I spun on my heels and returned home, slamming the door behind me as soon as I entered the living room.I paced the room, my thoughts spiraling. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick w
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-15My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 030: Never Again
HANNAH’S POVWalking away from Coby felt like tearing a piece of my soul out and leaving it behind. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and jagged, as if the air itself had turned to shards of glass. His confession—"He killed Vivian"—echoed in my mind, a relentless, haunting refrain I couldn’t silence.The words clawed at me, shredding the fragile hope I’d clung to—that somewhere beneath the anger and bitterness, the man I once knew still existed. But he didn’t. He was gone. In his place stood a monster, one who had twisted his guilt into blame and pinned it on Elijah. It shattered something deep inside me, something I didn’t know could break again.My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me toward the pack prison while my thoughts spiraled. “Xavier. I need to find Xavier.” He had to know the truth. But when I arrived, the guards told me he wasn’t there.My stomach dropped like a stone. “Where is my husband? Where is he?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, the edge of pani
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-15My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 031: Coby’s Gone
XAVIER’S POV The walk to Coby’s quarters felt like a death march. My chest was a furnace, rage simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt with every step. Kasper kept pace beside me, his sharp eyes scanning the path ahead, his face a mask of calm. But I knew him too well—his silence was heavy, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides. He was ready to use force if Coby tried to do anything stupid. I filled him in, my voice low and rough, each word clawing its way out of my throat. “Hannah told me everything. Coby’s been playing us from the start. Every lie, every move—it’s all been him.” My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. “He’s not just a traitor, Kas. He’s a monster.” Kasper’s eyes darkened, his jaw ticking as he absorbed the words. He didn’t need convincing. He’d always been wary of Coby, his instincts sharper than mine. “I knew it,” he muttered, his voice like gravel. “I knew there was something off about him. Always too smooth, too calculated.
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-16My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 032: From Beta To Alpha
ANDREW’S POVThe shock wouldn’t leave me. Alpha Coby—gone. A fugitive. The man I’d once looked up to, the one I’d trusted with my life, had fled. And the reason? He’d killed Vivian. His own wife. The words clawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, like a knife twisting deeper with every breath. Vivian wasn’t perfect—I knew that better than anyone. She could cut you with her words, manipulate with a smile, and leave you questioning your own sanity. But to kill her? That wasn’t the Coby I knew. Or maybe… maybe I’d never known him at all. I sat in the silence of my quarters, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. My head was heavy in my hands, the weight of it all pressing down until I could barely breathe. How had I missed it? How had I not seen the cracks in him? After Vivian’s death, Coby had changed. He’d become distant, cold, like a shadow of the man he once was. I’d told myself it was grief, guilt for not protecting her. But now? Now I wondered if it was som
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-16My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 033: Stripped And Scorned
ELIJAH’S POVThe prison gates groaned open, and I stepped out, squinting against the daylight. It felt too bright, too sharp—as if the world had moved on without me. My chest tightened as I inhaled the fresh air, the weight of the cell still clinging to my skin. Freedom at last. It should’ve felt sweeter. But it didn’t, at least not until my eyes landed on Xavier.He was standing a few feet away with Kasper at his side. The sight of them—calm, composed, as if they hadn’t just ripped my life apart—sent a hot surge of frustration through me. My fists clenched at my sides. I had told them. Over and over, I had told them.It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill Vivian. But they hadn’t listened. And now, after days of rotting in that damn cell, the truth was out. Coby. That snake. He’d played us all, and I’d paid the price.The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and bitter. “I told you I was innocent,” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut. “I told you I had nothing to do with Vivi
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-17My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 034: Revenge Clock
ELIJAH’S POVI could feel the rage burning inside me—a fire that no amount of medicine or calm words from Beatrice could put out. The humiliation I had endured—being beaten, chained, and accused of crimes I didn’t commit—would never be forgotten.Xavier thought he had won by stripping me of my title, reducing me to nothing more than a common pack member—as if all my years of power and respect were worthless.My fists clenched tight as I paced back and forth later that day at my house. No, I wasn’t going to let this go—not for a second."Eva." That backstabbing bitch. At least she was already dead. If she wasn’t, I would’ve killed her myself. I could almost feel my hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her for betraying me. But Xavier? He was still breathing. And for that, I’d make sure he suffered.He thought sparing me at the execution grounds was merciful—that stripping me of my title and making me the laughingstock of the pack would be enough to put me in my place. He ha
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-17My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 035: Grandma Legacy
LILY’S POV“Open it,” she said, her voice steady but laced with something I couldn’t quite place—pride, maybe, or nostalgia.The box felt heavier than it looked. My mother’s hands lingered on it for a moment before she passed it to me, her eyes soft but piercing, like she was handing over more than just an object. My fingers trembled as I took it, the weight of generations pressing into my palms.I lifted the lid, and there it was—the dress. Delicate lace, yellowed with age but still breathtaking, lay folded like a secret waiting to be uncovered. My breath hitched. I traced the intricate patterns with my fingertips, the fabric whispering stories of love, loss, and resilience. Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them.“Mom,” I whispered, my voice breaking. It was all I could manage.She stepped closer, her hand brushing my arm. “It’s not the fanciest dress,” she said, her voice trembling now too. “But it’s ours. Your grandmother wore it. I wore it. And now…” She paused, swallow
Dernière mise à jour : 2025-02-18My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 036: What Forever Feels Like
Andrew’s POV My heart was a drum, pounding so hard I thought it might burst. This was it—the moment I’d dreamed of, the moment I’d feared might never come. Lily stood before me, her hands trembling slightly in mine, her eyes locked on mine as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. And she was right. She was everything. My mate, my heart, my reason for breathing. I didn’t know when it happened—when she became the center of my universe—but now, I couldn’t imagine a life without her. The elder’s voice broke through my thoughts, steady and solemn. “Do you, Andrew, vow to love, protect, and cherish Lily for as long as you both shall live, through all trials and joys that may come your way?” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. My eyes never left hers as I spoke, my voice low but unwavering. “I do. With everything I am.” The words felt too small, too simple, for the storm of emotions raging inside me. But they were true. Every syllable. The elder turned to Lily, and
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection Extra bonus: Midlife Crisis
XAVIER’S POVThe pack house buzzed with restless energy. Everywhere I turned, someone was hovering—bringing me water, adjusting the blankets around me, their eyes flickering with unspoken fear.I forced a smile, waving them off. "Come on, kids. It’s nothing serious," I insisted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just need rest."But Hannah—Gods, Hannah—she saw right through me.Her fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her deep blue eyes searching mine like she could pry the truth straight from my soul. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I’m fine, love." The lie tasted bitter in my mouth.She didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. Within minutes, the pack doctor was summoned, his weathered hands pressing, prodding, listening. But when he stepped back, his frown only deepened. "Nothing’s physically wrong with the Alpha," he admitted, confusion lacing his words.The moment the door clicked shut
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 112: Epilogue
XAVIER’S POVThree more years.Had it really been three more years since that day? Time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, each moment fleeting, each memory a fragile thing. The morning air was crisp as I stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles ease.Today was a special day—one of those rare moments I got to spend alone with my little girl. While Jackson and Liam trained with the warriors, I had promised Laila a run through the woods.The shift came like a second breath—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, fur erupting across my skin. My Lycan form towered over her, massive and powerful, but to Laila? I was just her ride. Though she was already twelve years old, she was still my little girl as her small hands gripped my fur.“Ready, Daddy?” she chirped, fingers twitching at her sides like she could barely contain herself.I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Hold on tight.” As soon as I felt she was secure, I took off, sprinting through the dense forest. Her laughter rang
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 111: More Kids?
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just watc
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 110: Birthday Bash
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 109: Massive Meltdown
HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 108: Newborns
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 107: Cribs And Contraction
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo
