Betrayed by the Alpha’s Hidden Mate

The day my sister was publicly humiliated and had her engagement dissolved, the Moonlight Pack also withdrew the betrothal agreement intended for me.

My former fiancé, Camden Smith, presented the gifts that were originally meant for me to Michelle instead.

"Evie," he said, his voice steady but laced with guilt, "Michelle has always struggled as an adopted member of the White Fang Pack. She lost her honor because of me, and I can’t stand by and do nothing."

He declared that he would formally take Michelle as his mate, promising to elevate her status and later take me as a second mate—a rare and frowned-upon arrangement in our society.

I accepted the dissolution of our betrothal without protest, my face calm and composed.

Because in my previous life, when I had refused to step aside, I had found Michelle’s lifeless body instead.

Camden, consumed by grief and rage, blamed me for her death. After taking me as his mate, he shattered my spirit and left me to die at the jaws of rogue wolves.

Given a second chance, I chose to let them have their happiness and accepted the mate bond offered by his cousin, Harry Smith.

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"Evie, don’t worry," Camden said, his voice soft as he watched me sign the dissolution papers. "Once Michelle bears my heir, I’ll convince my parents to take you as my second mate."

His words were sweet, but I kept my distance, stepping away from the hand he reached out to me.

He was willing to defy pack tradition for me—but only to make me his second mate?

After we submitted the dissolution papers, I gestured to my maid, who brought forward a black box. Inside were all the treasures Camden had gifted me over the years—jewels, heirlooms, tokens of affection he’d once claimed were meant for me alone.

Seeing his confusion, I smiled faintly. "Michelle mentioned she was worried you still had feelings for me. Returning these to you should ease her mind."

Camden’s shoulders relaxed, his expression softening. "Evie, you’ve always been so thoughtful," he said. "I’ll find better gifts for you in the future."

With that, he turned and hurried toward Michelle’s room, clutching the dissolution papers.

I sat down, my hands trembling as I gripped the teacup. The memory of the rogue wolves tearing into my flesh, the pain of being devoured alive, surged through me.

In my previous life, I had begged Camden to spare me, pleading on my knees as I bled from the wounds I’d inflicted on myself. "Camden," I had cried, "I’m carrying your child! You can hate me, kill me if you must, but our child is innocent!"

He had looked at me with cold, empty eyes, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Did you think I cared about your child?" he had sneered. "If you hadn’t forced yourself into this union, if you hadn’t driven Michelle to despair, she would still be alive. Evie, this is what you owe her. You should