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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 177: The Cake
Xavier’s POVThe sharp blare of the alarm jolted me awake, cutting through the peaceful silence of the early morning. My hand shot out instinctively, slamming the button to silence it.I blinked a few times, letting the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminate the room. The clock read 5:00 a.m. The house was still, the air quiet save for the rhythmic breathing of Hannah beside me. She was curled on her side, her hair fanned across the pillow, her face relaxed in deep sleep.I couldn’t help but smile. She looked so peaceful, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Leaning over, I brushed my lips softly against her temple. Her brow furrowed faintly, and a low murmur escaped her lips—an incoherent but warm sound.“Shh,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Sleep, love.” My voice was a ghost of sound, meant more for myself than for her.Carefully, I slid out of bed, moving slowly and deliberately, slipping my feet into my slippers. The floor was cool beneath me as I padded toward the door, gr
Last Updated : 2025-01-02My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 178: Death By Dessert
XAVIER’S POVI pulled myself out of my spiraling thoughts and turned to Kas. My voice was steady, though the anger simmering beneath it threatened to break through. “Go back to Ella’s house. Look for any leftover cake. Bring it here immediately—we need it tested.”Kas nodded sharply. “Yes, Alpha.” Without another word, he turned and strode out, his movements brisk and purposeful.The hospital waiting room buzzed faintly with distant noises—phones ringing, footsteps echoing down cold linoleum halls—but it all felt muted against the weight of Ella’s mother’s sobs. Her shoulders trembled, her grief raw and consuming.I stepped closer, lowering myself into the chair beside her. “Sarah,” I said softly, placing a hand on her shoulder. “We’ll get answers. I promise.”She looked up at me, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red and swollen. “She’s all I had,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “My baby. She’s everything to me. Please, Alpha. Please save her.”The words sliced through me li
Last Updated : 2025-01-03My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 179: Leftovers
HANNAH’S POVI jolted awake to a sharp knock at the door, a sound that shattered the fragile stillness of the early morning. My chest tightened as my eyes adjusted to the dim light seeping through the curtains. Instinctively, I reached out, fingers brushing against cold, undisturbed sheets.“Xavier?” My voice cracked, barely a whisper, swallowed by the silence.No response.The weight in my chest grew heavier, tugging at my breath. My hand fumbled for the bedside lamp, and the sudden glare forced my eyes shut for a moment before I blinked them open.The clock glared back at me: 6:30 a.m. I frowned, my thoughts sluggish but tinged with unease. Xavier went for runs early, but he never left without a word.Another knock—sharper this time, like an urgent demand. It reverberated through the house, cutting into the quiet. My stomach churned.I pushed back the blanket, the chill of the room biting against my skin. Wrapping my robe tightly around me, I slipped my feet into slippers, their wor
Last Updated : 2025-01-03My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 180: Bitter Truth
HANNAH’S POVTime seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.“What?” I whispered, the word barely audible.He nodded, his grip on my shoulders tightening ever so slightly, as if trying to steady both of us.“She’s gone, Hannah. Ella’s dead.”My brow furrowed as I stared at Xavier, his words circling in my mind but refusing to settle.“What do you mean, Ella’s dead?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Are you joking? Because if you are, this isn’t funny.”Xavier’s expression didn’t change. If anything, his features hardened, the weight of what he was saying pressing down on my chest.“Hannah, I’m not joking,” he said, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. “I was the one who took her to the hospital. The doctor... the doctor confirmed it. She’s gone.”The air left my lungs in a rush, and I stumbled back a step, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the scream threatening to burst out.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head v
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HANNAH’S POVTears blurred my vision as I watched Xavier clench his fists, his jaw tight with barely contained rage. His usual composure, so unshakable, cracked under the weight of the message from Kas. The air seemed heavier, charged with the electricity of his unspoken fears. When he finally opened his eyes, the sharpness in them cut straight to my core.He turned on his heel, his movements sharp and decisive, but the intensity was too much. Panic surged through me, and before I could think, my hand darted out, gripping his arm.“Xavier,” I choked, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. “What are you going to do to Cecilia?”He stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned back to me, his gaze softening just enough to reveal the anguish beneath.“Kas is arresting her,” he said, each word weighed down with resignation. “She’s being taken to the pack prison. We’ll question her there. I need answers, Hannah—answers we can’t afford to ignore.”My chest tightened, the room seeming to close
Last Updated : 2025-01-04My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 182: Vivian
Hannah’s POVThe hallway outside the interrogation room pressed down on me like a vice. Each footstep echoed too loudly, a relentless drumbeat to the storm raging in my mind. My chest tightened, my breaths shallow and ragged.What’s happening in there? What if we’re wrong? What if we’re right? The questions tumbled over one another, relentless and cruel.“Hannah.” Xavier’s voice, low and steady, broke through the haze. It wasn’t loud, but it had weight—a tone that demanded attention. His hand brushed my arm, warm and grounding.I startled, as though waking from a bad dream, blinking up at him. “I—sorry, I didn’t hear you.” My voice came out brittle, a fragile shell barely holding together.His dark eyes searched mine, soft yet firm, as if he was trying to pour his calm into me. “You’re spiraling,” he said, his tone gentle but unyielding. “Breathe. If you fall apart now, how is that going to help anyone?”“I know,” I whispered, though the words trembled, betraying my crumbling composur
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HANNAH’S POVCecilia reached for me, her trembling fingers hovering inches from my arm. Her tearful eyes pleaded with me.“Hannah, please.” Her voice cracked like fragile glass. “You have to believe me. I didn’t know. I never imagined—”“Just stop!” I cut her off, my words sharp, though my voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I believe you, Cecilia. But do you think that makes any of this better? It doesn’t! Vivian is your daughter, and that makes it worse. She tried to kill my son!”Her tears fell freely now, streaking her pale cheeks. Her lips moved, grasping for words that wouldn’t come, but I didn’t want them. Couldn’t hear them. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating. I turned abruptly, leaving her drowning in her silence.In the hallway, Xavier stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a picture of tension waiting to snap. The moment his gaze landed on me, he straightened, his brows knitting together.“What happened?” he asked, his voice tight, coiled l
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VIVIAN’S POVMy hands quivered as I raised them to knock on Eva’s door. The weight of dread pressed down on my chest, making each shallow breath feel like dragging air through a sieve.The street behind me was too quiet—the kind of silence that amplifies every stray noise. My thoughts spiraled. What if someone was already watching? What if they were on their way?Knock. Harder this time. My pulse hammered in my ears, the sound deafening.The door creaked open, and Eva’s sharp gaze pinned me in place. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching.“Vivian?” she said, her voice a little too calm, though curiosity hummed underneath.I didn’t wait for more. I pushed past her, stumbling inside like my legs could barely remember how to hold me up.“Close the door,” I rasped, my voice rough and strained.My knees buckled as I reached the couch, collapsing onto it. My hands flew to my face, and I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work. The room swayed.“Vivian.” Her voice was sharper now, la
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 004: Framed And Fuming
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 003: Fall Of The Elder
XAVIER’S POVI left Hannah standing in the living room, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. Her lips were parted as if she wanted to say something—anything—but no words came. The fear in her eyes cut deeper than I wanted to admit.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.The afternoon sun slapped against my skin as I stepped outside, sharp and unforgiving. But it did nothing to cool the fire raging in my chest. My breath came fast and uneven. The note crinkled in my fist, its inked words seared into my mind like a brand.This wasn’t just evidence. It was a death sentence.Elder Elijah—my advisor, the most respected among the elders, the man who had stood beside me for years, whispering counsel in my ear and earning my trust—had ordered my son to be poisoned. He had orchestrated Vivian's murder.A growl rumbled low in my throat as my Lycan clawed beneath my skin, restless and enraged. My muscles tensed, every part of me demanding blood, vengeance. I forced my legs to move, stead
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
