Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

On the battlefield, I fought desperately, turning the tide of what should have been a defeat.

On the way back to the pack territory, I encountered Isaac Meyer, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, whom I had loved for years.

I thought he was there to celebrate with me, so I rushed toward him, throwing myself into his arms.

But he struck me with a single blow, knocking me unconscious.

When I woke, rumors had already spread through the pack that I had fled the battle, and my Delta, Ella Sullivan, was credited with leading the victory.

I went to confront him, but he looked down at me with cold indifference.

“You’ve already earned plenty of glory,” he said dismissively. “Ella has been your subordinate for years. Isn’t it fair to let her have this one?”

His expression was so detached, so unfeeling, that I finally understood why he had insisted I lead this battle.

It had all been a setup.

At that moment, I decided I no longer wanted to love him.

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After Isaac brought me back, I was locked in a rundown cabin on the outskirts of the territory.

My wounds were hastily bandaged, but they quickly festered, turning into painful sores. No matter how much I called out, Kartier Dixon, the Omega I had often helped in the past, avoided me as if I were something vile.

I let out a bitter laugh, trying to pour myself a glass of water, but I accidentally knocked the glass over.

From outside, Kartier’s voice carried in, sharp with annoyance:

“Can’t even keep still when you’re locked up!”

Hearing that, I deliberately smashed a few more glasses, each time demanding that he call Isaac.

By the time I reached the last glass, Kartier finally stormed off, muttering curses under his breath.

When Isaac arrived, he brought Ella with him.

The moment I saw the silver pendant around her neck, my vision blurred with anger.

“Isaac,” I said, my voice trembling, “that pendant was a gift from the Lycan King after my first victory. Why is she wearing it?”

He barely glanced at me, his tone dismissive.

“Why did you call me here?”

I stared at him, my eyes red, and said hoarsely,

“I need a healer for my wounds.”

He let out a cold laugh, circling me slowly before stopping with a mocking smile.

“You’re a deserter. Where would you have gotten these wounds? It’s Ella who needs healing.”

At his words, Ella leaned into him, her voice soft and pleading.

“Isaac, my wounds are so painful. You promised to take me to the healer today…”

Immediately, he pulled her closer, his voice tender.

“As soon as I’m done here, I’ll take you.”

Then he turned back to me, his expression hardening.

“Is there anything else?”

I looked at him, my eyes empty, and let out a humorless laugh.

I had underestimated how deep their bond had become.

“Isaac,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside