Betrayed by My Fated Alpha

On the day of his mistress’s birthday, they baked a cake together in our home—our sacred territory, the Moonstone Pack’s Alpha house. It was a place that should have been safe, guarded by the pack’s warriors, yet it had been violated by her presence.

Our young pup, Jax, barely eighteen months old, suddenly developed a high fever, his cries piercing through the night. To silence him, the mistress, Elodie Bishop, fed him a spiced honey cake laced with sleeping pills. It wasn’t just a cake—it was poison, disguised as a treat.

Not long after, Jax was foaming at the mouth, his tiny body convulsing. By the time we rushed him to the pack’s healer, he had gone into shock, his life hanging by a thread.

I confronted my mate, Alpha Jesse, demanding an explanation for how our pup had ended up this way. He stood there, his broad shoulders tense, his expression indifferent. “Pups get sick all the time, don’t they?” he said, his deep voice dismissive. “Elodie meant well. Can’t you stop overreacting? If you keep this up, we might as well sever the mate bond and save you from your constant paranoia.”

His words cut deeper than any claw. He, the Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, the one who should have protected our pup, was defending her. As he wished, I decided to reject him—our bond, our vows, everything.

I moved to a new territory within the pack, erasing his contact from my mind link. Yet, he spent an entire night kneeling outside my den, his Alpha aura diminished, begging for forgiveness. But forgiveness was no longer mine to give.

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Jax was in trouble again.

When the healer’s mind link reached me, I was out of the pack’s territory, picking up gifts for Jesse and Jax. I immediately booked the earliest flight back. By the time I arrived at the healer’s lodge, night had fully set in.

Inside, I saw Alpha Jesse, his usually commanding presence now pale and shaken, standing beside the healer. I rushed over, my heart pounding. “Healer, how is my pup?”

The healer’s expression was stern, his gaze shifting between me and Jesse. “You seem like a caring mother; why would you allow your pup to consume cake when he was running a fever?”

Cake? Neither Jesse nor I liked sweets. We never bought cakes or desserts. Our pup was barely over a year old. How could this happen?

I turned to Jesse, my voice trembling. “Where did the cake come from?”

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit he’d always had. “It’s just some snacks from the den. Jax accidentally opened them. Pups can’t tell the difference.”

The healer’s words echoed in my mind as we returned to the Alpha house, leaving me distracted and uneasy. As soon as we stepped inside, Jesse gently took off my coat, fetched water, and washed fruit, urging me to relax while he took care of everything else.

Over the years, he had