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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 166: From Bad To Worse
COBY’S POVI walked down the driveway as quickly as I could, my head down, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t dare look back at the house.What was the point? Xavier was home now, and I was nothing more than an unwelcome ghost lingering in his space. The cold air stung my face, but it couldn’t chase away the heat of embarrassment burning under my skin.When I reached my car, parked just outside the gate, I leaned against it, letting out a long, shaky breath. My hands fumbled for the keys in my pocket, trembling slightly.“What the hell were you thinking, Coby?” I muttered to myself, slamming the car door shut once I climbed inside.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the road ahead but not really seeing it. I wasn’t mad at Xavier. Or at Hannah. If anything, I was furious with myself.Showing up at their house was never supposed to go that far. Last night, when I parked outside their gate, I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to feel like I wasn’t completely alone.Han
Last Updated : 2024-12-23My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 167: Advice Not Taken
COBY’S POV“No,” I said flatly, gripping the edge of the door. My fingers tightened instinctively, and I leaned into it, already planning to slam it shut in her face.Her smile faltered for a split second before she recovered. “Please, just listen—”“I don’t have time for your games, Eva,” I snapped, hissing the words through clenched teeth. “Go away.”I began to push the door closed, but she moved quickly, slipping her foot between the door and the frame. Her eyes locked onto mine—sharp and determined.“Wait,” she said, her voice firmer now. “You’ll want to hear what I have to say. It’s for your own good.”I hesitated, my stomach twisting at the thought of what she had come to say. The last thing I wanted was to deal with this right now, but she wasn’t backing down. Her expression was oddly serious, and despite everything, curiosity stirred in me.I exhaled sharply, stepping back just enough to let her in. “Two minutes,” I said coldly. “That’s all you get.”Eva slipped inside, her he
Last Updated : 2024-12-23My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 168: Seeds Of Regret
ANDREW’S POVThe day began with a weight on my chest that I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t stop thinking about Coby and Vivian. It wasn’t like them to go silent like this. I hadn’t heard a word from either of them, and the longer the silence stretched, the more my worry grew.I kept imagining the worst. What if Coby had done something reckless? He had a tendency to let his emotions get the better of him, especially when things got heated.I sighed and stared down at the coffee cup in my hand. It was empty, but I couldn’t even remember finishing it. “This can’t go on,” I muttered to myself.Shoving my chair back, I stood, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. I had already tried checking on him yesterday, but this time felt different.I needed answers, even if it meant knocking on his door until my knuckles bled.Just as I reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and there he was.“Coby?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, surprise mixed with relief. But as I took a goo
Last Updated : 2024-12-24My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 169: Bottom Ups
ANDREW’S POVCoby tilted the whiskey bottle back as if it owed him everything, draining it to the last reluctant drop. When it was empty, he slammed it onto the table with a force that seemed to shake the room.His hand wavered as he leaned forward, bloodshot eyes narrowing on me. “Andrew,” he drawled, the word sliding out of his mouth like a dare, “another bottle. Now.”His voice was jagged, a mix of command and plea, but I’d heard it too many times to falter. I held my ground, meeting his gaze with a steadiness I didn’t entirely feel.“No,” I said, firm but not unkind. “You’ve had enough. Go home, Coby. Sleep this off before you regret it.”A laugh tore from his throat—harsh and empty. “Regret it?” He slapped the table, his movements as erratic as his tone. “I’m already there, Andrew. Regret’s a goddamn river, and I’m drowning in it.”He leaned back, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair, his fingers trembling. “This?” He gestured vaguely at the bottle. “This just keeps me afl
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EVA’S POVI slammed the door behind me, the echo shaking the walls. My chest heaved with uneven breaths, and my hands trembled, still buzzing with adrenaline. My throat ached—his grip had been so tight I could still feel the ghost of it pressing against my skin. How close had I come to dying? Too close, all because of her.Shoes cluttered the entryway, and I kicked them out of the way, stumbling forward. The air in the house felt suffocating—hot, like I couldn’t escape fast enough. Before I could even catch my breath, Vivian appeared in the hallway, her face a storm of concern.“Eva! Thank God you’re back. How did it go with Coby? Did you—”“Don’t.” My voice sliced through the air, sharper than I intended but not sharp enough to cut through my anger. “Don’t talk to me about Coby.”She stopped mid-step, blinking as if I’d slapped her. “What? What happened? Did—did something go wrong?”A bitter laugh forced its way out of me—raw and jagged. “Go wrong?” My hand shot up, raking through my
Last Updated : 2024-12-25My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 171: Damage Control
EVA’S POVI stood in the kitchen for a moment, gripping the edge of the counter, trying to steady my breathing. My hands trembled—not from fear but from sheer frustration. How had things spiraled so far out of control?I could hear Vivian moving around in the living room, her steps light but erratic, like she couldn’t decide what to do next. Part of me wanted to go back in there, to say something to reassure her, but what could I say? I was drained.Her voice broke through the silence.“Eva,” she called out softly, her tone hesitant.I didn’t answer right away. I wasn’t ready to have another conversation. But the desperation in her voice tugged at something in me. I sighed, forcing myself to push off the counter and walk back into the room.Vivian sat on the edge of the couch, her hands twisting nervously in her lap. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen
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VIVIAN’S POVI followed Eva’s advice and summoned the courage to go home and confront Coby. Maybe, just maybe, I could beg him, and we could work things out. Yes, I had slept with Elder Elijah, but I didn’t love him. It was Coby I loved, and that had to count for something, didn’t it?As I approached the quarters we shared, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation. I knocked softly on the door, waiting for Coby to answer.I was met with silence. There was no response. Still, I knew he was inside—the faint flicker of light through the window and the low hum of the old fan gave it away.Figuring he might be asleep, I turned the doorknob and found it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door open cautiously and stepped inside. The living room was dim, and there he was, sprawled on the couch, fast asleep.I hesitated, watching him for a moment. His shirt was wrinkled, his face unshaven, and the sour scent of alcohol filled the air, an obvious sign that he has been drinking.My heart cl
Last Updated : 2024-12-26My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 173: What Comes Next
VIVIAN’S POVI hesitated, my mind racing for the right words, but there were none. “Elder Elijah,” I said finally, my voice cracking under the weight of the confession.His eyes widened, and for a moment, he was silent, as if processing what I’d just said. “Elder Elijah?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “You were going to poison him with this?”I nodded again, my throat dry. “That was the plan. But I didn’t go through with it, Coby. I couldn’t do it.”He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “The plan? Whose plan exactly? What have you gotten yourself tangled with, Vivian?”“He’s been blackmailing me, Coby. I didn’t know what else to do,” I said, my voice trembling but firm enough to sound convincing.Coby’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he stared at me. The room felt suffocating under the weight of his silence, his disbelief clear on his face.“Blackmail?” he repeated, his tone dangerously low. “You expect me to believe that bullshit?”“It’s the truth,” I lied, clutching the
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 052: Love, Pain And Stubborn Husband
LILY’S POV Three days. It had been three days since I woke up, and every moment since felt like walking through a dream—hazy, fragile, but achingly real. The pain was still there, a dull, persistent throb that pulsed with every breath, a cruel reminder of what I’d survived. But it was nothing compared to the warmth that flooded me whenever I looked at my husband, Andrew. Gosh, referring to him as my husband still felt so surreal. He hadn’t left my side, not once, despite my weak protests. His stubbornness was maddening, but it also made my heart ache with a love so fierce it felt like it might burst. “Andrew,” I whispered, my voice thin, like a thread about to snap. “You need to go home. Sleep in a real bed. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” He shook his head, his hand tightening around mine, his rough fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver through me. “I’ll rest when you’re home with me,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Until then, I’m not leaving.
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 052: Vanishing Villain
XAVIER’S POV The next morning, I sat with Hannah and Jackson in the living room. Jackson’s laughter rang out, bright and carefree, but it felt distant, as though I were hearing it through water. My mind kept circling back to Elijah—the fire, the chaos, the way he’d vanished like smoke. I wanted to believe he was gone, but something in my gut twisted, whispering that he wasn’t done. Not yet. Knowing Elijah, he was probably somewhere buying time, waiting to strike again when we least expected. “Daddy, look!” Jackson’s voice broke through my thoughts. He held up a crooked drawing of what looked like a wolf—or maybe a dog. His little hands were smudged with crayon, his face beaming with pride. I forced a smile, ruffling his hair. “That’s amazing, buddy. Is that me?” He nodded vigorously. “Yeah! And that’s Mommy, and that’s me!” He pointed to three stick figures standing beside the wolf. My chest tightened. He had no idea how fragile this peace was, how close we were to losing it
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 050: Set It On Fire
XAVIER’S POV The night clung to us like a suffocating shroud as we crept toward Elijah’s house. The forest was alive with the restless whispers of the wind. My men moved like wraiths behind me, their presence a steady, silent hum of loyalty. Kas was at my side, his sharp eyes darting across the dark corners, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitching. My mind was a blade, honed to a razor’s edge. No hesitation. No mercy. Not after what Elijah had done. “Search the house,” I ordered, my voice low but slicing through the stillness. “Bring him in—dead or alive.” The words hung heavy, a storm brewing in the air. My men nodded, their movements precise as they fanned out. But as we neared the front door, my Lycan senses prickled. The familiar scent of pine and damp earth was tainted—sharp, acrid. Gasoline. My nostrils flared, and a growl rumbled deep in my chest, raw and guttural. “Stay back!” I barked, throwing my arm out to halt them. My heart hammered against
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 049: Stages Of Grief
ELIJAH’S POV The hospital’s sterile air clung to my skin as I left Hannah behind, her words echoing in my mind like a death knell. Xavier wasn’t a man who forgave, and his wrath would be a storm I couldn’t outrun. But I couldn’t think about that now. Andrew was the priority. Finish him, then vanish before Xavier’s claws could find me. I hurried home, my heart pounding like a war drum. The streets blurred as I drove, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Beatrice. She didn’t know how close we were to the edge. She didn’t know how much danger we were in. As I neared my home, my lycan stirred uneasily, a low growl rumbling in my chest. Something felt... off. The ache in my chest wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper, something close to dread. When I pulled up to the house, the silence hit me like never before. There were no guards. No servants. Just an eerie stillness that made my skin crawl. My lycan’s growl turned into a whine, a sound I hadn’t heard in years. “Beatrice
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 048: Saved Souls
ANDREW’S POV The room erupted into a frenzy of motion as the doctors rushed in, their faces a mix of shock and forced calm. My chest heaved, and my hands trembled at my sides, slick with sweat. The echo of my own voice still rang in my ears—raw, desperate, pleading for help. My eyes stayed locked on Lily, her fragile form almost swallowed by the sterile white sheets. But she was alive. Awake. Her eyelids fluttered, and the sight hit me like a sucker punch. Relief and guilt crashed together in a storm I couldn’t begin to sort out. The doctors moved around her with practiced precision, their murmurs a low, clinical hum. I stood frozen, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. Every second stretched into an eternity, every beep of the monitor a cruel reminder of how close I’d come to losing her. Finally, one of the doctors—a woman with kind eyes and a no-nonsense air—turned to me. Her smile was small but real, and it felt like the first crack of sunlight after a lon
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 047: Blood, Bandage, And Bedside
ANDREW’S POV The cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to me like a second skin as I burst into the open. My chest heaved, not just from running, but from the raw, unrelenting fury burning in my veins. Beatrice was gone—her lifeless body left behind in that cursed cell—but Elijah… Elijah was still out there. And he would pay. I shifted into my wolf form, my paws pounding against the earth as I raced toward the main house. The guards and servants scattered like leaves in the wind, their shouts fading into the background. They weren’t my concern. My focus was singular, unyielding: find Elijah. Make him suffer. Make him regret digging his claws into what was mine. But as I tore through the forest, my wolf’s instincts sharp and unerring, I collided with a force that stopped me dead in my tracks. Alpha Xavier and his men stood before me, their presence commanding and unshakable. Xavier’s piercing gaze locked onto mine, and I shifted back into my human form, my body trembling with a mix
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 046: Dinner And Dagger
ANDREW’S POV The heavy dungeon door creaked open, and Beatrice stepped inside, her boots echoing against the cold stone floor. She carried a plate of food, her grip tight, knuckles whitening. Her eyes flicked to me, and for a split second, I saw it—hesitation, a flicker of doubt. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a hard, angry glare. She was trying to convince herself as much as me. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my face calm. This was my chance—my only chance to break free. “Beatrice,” I said, my voice low but steady. “You don’t have to do this. Let me go. I’ll make sure Xavier knows you were just following orders. You don’t have to go down with Elijah. He’s just using you.” She stopped short, her lips curling into a sneer. “Save your breath, Andrew,” she spat, her voice sharp but with a tiny crack in it—a fracture. “You’re going to die soon anyway. Why don’t you just shut up?” She dropped the plate in front of me. The bowl clattered, soup slos
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 045: Guarding And Glaring
HANNAH’S POV Elijah’s footsteps faded down the hallway, and I finally let out the breath I’d been holding. My chest felt tight, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might burst. I turned to Lily, my hands trembling as I reached for her. Her face was pale, her chest rising and falling in shallow, mechanical breaths. I leaned closer, my fingers brushing her wrist to check for a pulse. It was there—faint but steady. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. The image of Elijah hovering over her, his cold gaze lingering, sent a chill through me. He hadn’t come to check on her. He’d come to finish what he had already started. “Lily,” I whispered, my voice breaking. I took her hand, squeezing it gently as if I could will some of my strength into her. “Please, wake up. You have to fight. We need you.” My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “You’re not alone, okay? I’m here. Xavier’s here. We won’t let him hurt you again.” Her hand twitched—just the sl
My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 044: One Wrong Move
ELIJAH’S POV The heavy dungeon door groaned as it swung shut behind me, its iron hinges screaming in protest. My boots scraped against the uneven floor, each step a deliberate act of defiance as Andrew’s muffled groans faded into the oppressive darkness. My chest tightened, a volatile mix of anger and satisfaction coiling deep within me. He deserved this. Every agonizing second of it. Beatrice caught up with me, her face a mask of worry. “We need to kill him before Xavier returns and finds out. If we’re caught, it’ll be over for both of us.” I glanced at her, slightly irritated. “Not yet, Beatrice. I want him to suffer more before I end him. He stays alive for now, and that’s final.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You’re making a mistake. Keeping Andrew alive is too dangerous, especially with Xavier sniffing around. It’s not about Andrew himself—it’s about what happens if Xavier returns with more guards to search for him.” I considered her words for a moment, the scenario
