All Chapters of My Mate's Betrayal And Rejection: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

HANNAH’S POVMy hands tightened on the little girl’s shoulders as her trembling form pressed against me. She was an orphan, clinging to the last thread of family she had left—her brother, who was fighting for his life in a distant room.Her wide, tear-filled eyes met mine, pleading. "Please... save my brother. Don’t let him die." Her voice cracked, and the raw desperation in it tore at my chest.I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. "Shh... It’s going to be okay. We’ll do everything we can." My voice was soft, but inside, fear gnawed at me. Would that promise be enough?She sniffed against my chest, her grip tightening around me. "You promise?"I hesitated for just a second, then nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. "Yes," I said, my voice barely steady.The girl didn’t say anything after that. She just pressed herself closer, as if my arms could protect her from all the horrors outside this moment. But I felt helpless. I could comfort her, but I couldn’t cure her brother.

ANDREW’S POVAs I walked away from the tense scene, my mind churned with emotions I couldn't easily sort. Alpha Xavier’s possessiveness wasn’t a surprise—everyone knew how fiercely protective he was—but seeing it with my own eyes, as he pulled Hannah close and marked her as his, did something to me.A twisted knot formed in my stomach, tightening with every step I took. She was his wife, bound by the Moon Goddess. I had no right to feel the things I did, but still, it hurt.I clenched my fists. How could I forget that? She belonged to him. And me? I was nothing more than a refugee—a survivor Xavier had taken in after my pack fell. But was that really all I was?As I walked down the dimly lit pathway leading back to the clinic, my thoughts drifted back to Hannah. Her face appeared in my mind—so beautiful, so soft. She had always been gentle, her kindness radiating in every smile.I had loved her long before Xavier came into the picture, back when we were just kids playing in the meadows

XAVIER'S POVA couple of days had passed since the food poisoning incident at the refugee camp, and still, I had no evidence, no leads, and no answers. The frustration inside me simmered like a low fire, each unanswered question stoking the flames.I paced the office, the thud of my footsteps echoing in the quiet space. Every step seemed to amplify the weight of my failure.Innocent people had suffered. Under my watch.Hannah was struggling. Every night she came home, her face pinched with worry, shoulders drooping. She had always been so strong, but this… this was breaking her. My chest tightened whenever I saw her like that.Why couldn’t I fix this?The council’s whispers weren’t helping either. Doubts about Hannah were spreading fast, like poison of their own. And that was unacceptable. My fists clenched at the thought. How dare they question her? My beast stirred beneath my skin, anger rippling through me.“Vivian,” I muttered, her name like bile in my mouth. My instincts screamed

ANDREW’S POVI watched Coby’s stiff back as he walked away, tension radiating off him. My chest tightened, a sense of unease creeping in. What is he hiding? His words echoed in my mind, deliberate and cold.“Loyalty comes first.”Loyalty to whom, though? The question rattled around in my skull. To Vivian or to the truth? I swallowed hard, suspicion gnawing at me. The pieces didn’t fit. Coby was acting strange, and Vivian... she was somehow tangled in all this. I just didn’t know how. If I’m going to do anything, I need proof.After training, my body screamed for rest. Every muscle ached, but my mind was relentless, circling back to Coby, Vivian, the poison. Nothing added up.“Damn it,” I muttered, scrubbing a hand through my hair. Maybe a shower will help.Back in my room, I peeled off my sweat-drenched clothes, feeling the weight of exhaustion. The cold water did its best to relax my body, but the knots in my stomach refused to untangle. No amount of scrubbing could wash away the dre

HANNAH’S POVThe wind tugged at my hair, cold and biting, as I leaned against the balcony railing. The early morning chill wrapped itself around me, creeping into my bones. I tightened my grip on the cold metal beneath my fingers and stared at the horizon. Maybe, just maybe, the answers I sought would appear if I looked hard enough.But they didn’t.A knot of unease twisted in my chest, a weight that hadn’t lifted in days. My thoughts circled back to the council’s summons—an ever-present shadow. The accusations, the looming trial.The poisoned refugees. The wolves I had tried to help were now the cause of my trial, and despite my innocence, the truth felt just out of reach.“They’ll condemn you,” a small voice whispered in the back of my mind. “Just like they did before.”I squeezed my eyes shut, inhaling sharply, trying to quiet the voice. But fear clawed at me, refusing to be ignored.Later that day, I made my way to the clinic. My heart pounded against my ribs, my steps too quick,