All Chapters of His Mistreated Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I followed him into the hotel. The hotel says it's closed; the sign indicates as much. But I still tried to get inside, panicky and desperate, but the woman blocked my path, and the guard shoved me away."Who are you?" they inquired. They had no idea I was his exclusive partner, which made me feel terrible.I think he's trying to cover up something.It will be even worse if I tell them I am his mate. I had faith in my plan."I serve as Blake's helper. I understand why he is here since not only was I given permission by his parents, but so was he." I lied confidently; I didn't even make it evident, and I gave them a poker face—they looked at each other, nodded their head, and agreed."Apologies, but you may enter now. Very little noise is not tolerated in room 62 because that's where he is. Since he has a significant other, he is extremely rigid." I pretended to understand what the woman was saying, even in the fact that I could feel the agony in my heart when she said, ‘he has his sig

I was evaluated based on the entirety of his statements. Now, I got out of the room and checked his office, where I discovered that he was not there. I was surprised to run into a woman who appeared to be my age but, in reality, was an omega and was most likely a maid."Ma'am. . ." she stuttered while she was facing me and appeared to be very anxious."Oh. Have you seen Blake?" I questioned her, and she appeared to be avoiding looking at me. "I don't know, but I've learned over the years that if he's not here, he must be with his friends, heading to the club," She answered my question before leaving the room simultaneously.I understand him.Likely, he is currently hanging out with his pals and enjoying some downtime. I put him to shame by exposing myself as his mate. It is entirely my fault for being such a feeble werewolf; I made a vow to make him understand me promptly."It's likely that he went to the club to get his head cold. . ." I mumbled, and I was sure he was doing something

"Hermione?" conversation was started by Blake, and now she appears to be communicating with him in some way, but I am unable to decipher what she is saying. I don't believe that they are near one another either."Wow. . ." His buddies were all murmuring to each other; they were pleased with her, proud of her, and laughing while looking at her; she smiled more as she noticed their reactions."Well. I am confident that you guys are so down to me. . . But I know that was only meant to be a joke," Hermione says."Not quite a joke for. . . me," Jake cut her off, and it appeared that he intended to say something different, but Blake looked at him with such a deathly glance that he decided to change what he was going to say instead.Hermione is seen laughing. "That's pretty great if you ask me. I only desired to converse with my cherished identical twin sister," she spoke in a low voice. I had this horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen to me, and then she grasped my ha

Amanda offered her opinion self-assuredly, "I see that you're finally having a wonderful relationship with Blake." she believes that everything is well at the moment. Because I cannot give her a complete account of the circumstance, I have decided to remain mute."Y-Yes," I find it difficult to utter the words, yet they did come out of my mouth nonetheless. I lied.She leaned close and caressed my back as she murmured, "Artemis, you have to train yourself." "You need to get stronger, and what else do you think others will say of you? Like my son doesn't make your power feel better?" she added. I am somewhat insulted by her comments, but in all fairness, she was correct.I chose not to respond, and I actively avoided looking at her. This caused her to sigh and remove her hand from my shoulder, expressing what appeared to be regret."I'm sorry, sweetie. . . I apologize for accidentally telling you that. I will not pressure you or ask what you can do with your skills. I am only curious,

“I don't know . . .” I cringed and muttered—as if I hadn’t done anything, even though my hands were on Hermione's necklace and Kade’s jacket. I even held those tight.He commanded, "Put that down right now." He must accuse me of stealing while I do nothing of the sort. If the owner of something cannot take pleasure in it, I have no interest in stealing it.“This is so similar to my item that, at first, I thought it must be mine.”“I know you’re trying to gaslight yourself that it didn't happen, Artemis . . .” He said, and now he’s approaching me. He touched my shoulder, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him directly because I was exposed.He is responsible for my horrible appearance.He informed me, “But it happened. I fucked her right here in this bed, hoping you saw us. So, you could stop trying to make me love you. Stop cooking for me, contacting me when I’m with my friends, or anything.” He just said some brutally honest things that make me want to pull off my flesh to discov