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184: The Blame Game
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 185: Busted
VIVIAN’S POVThe air seemed to thin as Eva’s words sliced through it, cold and final. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. Surely, she couldn’t mean—“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” My voice cracked, raw with disbelief and desperation. “You’re just going to leave me and my mother to face this? Alone?”Eva’s expression didn’t waver. She leaned casually against her desk, arms folded—the picture of composed indifference. But there was a chill in her eyes that made my stomach twist.“Vivian,” she began, her tone maddeningly calm, “getting involved now would only implicate us further. That would bring trouble—not just for you, but for everyone here. You need to understand that. Running isn’t an option. Alpha Xavier has already tightened security. No one leaves this pack without his say-so.”Her words struck me like a hammer. Panic clawed up my throat, my chest tightening like a vise. My hands trembled, clenched into fists as I struggled to hold myself together.“So that’s
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-06My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 186: Walls Are Closing In
EVA’S POVAs soon as the door slammed shut behind Vivian, the air seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. A snarl tore from my throat before I could stop it—a raw, jagged sound that mirrored my frayed nerves.My hands clenched into trembling fists as I stared at the now-empty chair, the weight of her failure settling in my chest like lead."How could she screw up something so simple?" I hissed under my breath, the words cutting like a bitter knife. Poisoning a cake—it wasn’t rocket science. It wasn’t some elaborate spell requiring finesse. Just a drop of that substance, a quiet delivery, and we’d be free of this nightmare.Instead, we were careening toward disaster because Vivian couldn’t follow through.I raked my fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands in frustration. My pacing was sharp and restless, the old floorboards creaking underfoot as if groaning in agreement with the chaos swirling in my head.“Damn it, Vivian,” I spat, my voice sharp enough to cut. My shadow
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-07My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 187: Bad Timing
EVA’S POVI arrived at Elijah’s house with my lungs on fire, each breath a ragged scrape in my chest. The cold air bit at my cheeks, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind of fear, urgency, and a single, unyielding thought: I had to reach him.When the house servant opened the door, I all but stumbled inside. His startled expression barely registered.“Miss Eva—” he started, but I brushed past him without a word, my boots echoing sharply against the marble floor.Elijah’s study was at the far end of the hall, a place I’d walked to countless times but never with this kind of dread pressing down on me. My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else as I reached the door. Without hesitation, I shoved it open.The sight before me stopped me mid-step.Elijah sat at the head of a long oak table, his posture as poised and powerful as ever. But it wasn’t just him. Four elders from the pack council surrounded him, their lined faces snapping toward me in perfect, synchronized
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-07My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 188: Subtle Panic
XAVIER’S POVI stepped into the room, the faint creak of the door announcing my arrival. The air inside was heavy, charged with a tension that seemed to ripple outward the moment I crossed the threshold. My presence was a storm cloud—dark, looming—and I saw it reflected in their faces: every flicker of unease, every subtle shift of a foot.A servant showed me to the living room before disappearing down the hallway, likely to fetch his master, Elder Elijah. My eyes swept the room with practiced precision, noting every movement, every detail.Then I saw her.Beatrice stood near the far wall, half-hidden behind the stairs, as if she wished she could vanish entirely. I stared at her, memories flooding my mind. She was once vibrant, her laughter brightening even the dullest corners of a room. Now, she was a shadow of her former self—silent, fragile, yet trying too hard to appear composed.Ever since her son, Edward, had been convicted of a crime, she had withdrawn from everyone, retreating
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-08My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 189: Complications
Eva’s POVI paced the length of Elder Elijah’s study, my arms wrapped around myself like a shield. The air in the room was heavy and oppressive, pressing against my chest until my breaths came shallow and uneven.Every creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet felt deafening in the suffocating silence. My mind churned with dark thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last.What if Vivian broke? What if she told Xavier everything? What if he’s out there right now, ready to tear everything apart?My hands trembled uncontrollably. I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the polished wood as if its solidity could keep me grounded. It didn’t.My heart thundered in my ears—a relentless drumbeat drowning out reason. For a moment, my vision swam, and the room spun as panic clawed its way up my throat.The sudden creak of the door shattered the silence. I whipped around, nearly stumbling in my haste. Elijah entered, calm as ever, his movements deliberate and composed. The d
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-08My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 190: Fifteen -Years Plan
Elijah’s POVAs the door clicked shut behind Eva, I dragged a hand over my face, the weight of frustration pressing into my temples. She was chaos personified—volatile, impulsive, dangerous. A storm barely contained, and I was the fool trying to keep it from breaking loose.I moved to the window, tugging the heavy curtains aside just enough to catch a glimpse of her. She was scurrying down the walkway, her coat flapping like the wings of a frightened bird. She didn’t even glance back. Typical.“Damn it, Eva,” I muttered under my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. If she didn’t keep herself together, it wouldn’t just be her downfall. She’d take me down too.The sharp knock at the door snapped me from my spiraling thoughts. I straightened, smoothing the front of my shirt with deliberate precision before opening it. Beatrice stood there, her expression carved from ice, though the fire in her eyes betrayed her fury.“She’s gone,” she announced, stepping inside without waiting for an i
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 191: Driven By Vengeance
ELIJAH’S POVFifteen years agoIt was mid-summer, a day so vivid in my mind that, even now, it feels like yesterday. The sun hung heavy in the sky, its heat oppressive—though no warmth could touch the chill that settled in my bones when the knock came. The guard’s face was pale, his lips tight, carrying a message he didn’t want to deliver.“Your son, Edward,” he began, voice trembling but firm, “he’s been caught secretly dealing with rogues.”I stared at him, uncomprehending, as though he had spoken in a language I didn’t know. My knees buckled, and the air seemed to grow heavier, sharper. Dealing with rogues. The phrase echoed in my mind, foreign and terrible. It wasn’t possible. Edward was many things—rebellious, headstrong—but this? No.I stumbled into the hall, the guard following at a careful distance, his eyes flickering with something close to pity. My thoughts spun wildly, landing on one man: Louis, the Lycan King. Ruthless and unyielding, yes, but a friend—or so I’d believed.
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-09My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 192: When Words Fail
HANNAH’S POVThe dim light in the interrogation room seemed to press down on me, heavy and suffocating, feeding the storm raging in my chest. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms.Across the cold metal table, Vivian sat shackled to a silver chair, right where Cecilia had been just hours ago. Her wrists were bound, the restraints gleaming like cruel ornaments. Yet, she lounged there as though she were on a break—her expression blank, her eyes cold and distant. It was the calm that infuriated me most.“Why?” The word slipped from my lips, low and broken, before I could stop it. My voice wavered, raw with desperation. “Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill my son?”Vivian tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. It wasn’t even an effortful smirk—it was lazy, like she barely cared enough to insult me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her tone so cool it felt like a slap. “And honestly, I’m tired of your little dram
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My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection 004: Framed And Fuming
ELIJAH’S POVThe air in the dungeon clung to my skin, damp and heavy, thick with the stench of mold and rotting straw. Every breath felt like inhaling decay. Somewhere in the distance, chains scraped against stone—a hollow, metallic sound that slithered into my ears like a cruel whisper.I shifted, the jagged wall biting into my back, but the pain barely registered. My mind was elsewhere, unraveling the web of deception that had ensnared me.The note—my handwriting, every letter a perfect imitation—was a noose tightening around my neck. A threat against Vivian, as damning as it was false. I knew my own script: the rhythm of my strokes, the slight imperfections born from years of habit. But this? This was a forgery, designed with precision and purpose. And now, with Vivian dead, the stage was set for my fall.My fists clenched in my lap. Who wanted me gone badly enough to orchestrate something so meticulous?Xavier or Coby.Xavier was calculated, a man who moved like a shadow on a ches
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
