Betrayed by the Mate Who Claimed My Heart

On the way back to the pack, I complained to Raiden about Giovanna pushing me to the ground.

He accused me of faking it for sympathy and sent me to the rogue lands for "training."

Two years of hardship left me emaciated, barely clinging to life.

I thought he would come to take me back, but instead, he dragged me out to donate blood for Giovanna.

"Two years of training haven’t humbled you yet? Still playing the victim!"

"Giovanna is severely anemic, and you’re the only one with a matching scent in the entire pack. If you delay and make her condition worse, you’ll regret it!"

He didn’t listen to my explanations and forced me into the car.

He didn’t know that two years in the rogue lands had left me with a rare illness. I had only a month left, and forcibly donating blood would cut that down to five days.

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Raiden dragged me into the hospital, his aura cold and unyielding. Not a single word of concern passed his lips.

"Doctor! I’ve found a donor for Giovanna!"

When he looked at me, the urgency on his face vanished, replaced by a cold detachment.

"Do whatever the doctor tells you. If you behave, I might consider letting you stay in the pack house."

I gave a bitter smile and nodded numbly.

I wasn’t agreeing because I still held onto some foolish hope of returning to him.

I was just tired.

Two years in the rogue lands, starving, freezing, and kneeling in the snow to copy the Pack Laws had worn me down to nothing.

I had no strength left to fight.

Raiden eyed me suspiciously, staying close as if to ensure I wouldn’t cause trouble.

The blood draw, the tests, the needles piercing my skin—I didn’t even flinch.

I used to be terrified of pain. Five years ago, when the pack faced a deadly virus, Raiden brought me here for a check-up.

Back then, he stood beside me, his aura full of worry.

Now, his eyes were filled with nothing but cold scrutiny.

After the blood draw, I was so weak I could barely stand. My voice was hoarse as I said,

"Can I go now?"

The moment I spoke, my legs gave out, and I collapsed toward the floor.

Raiden’s eyes widened, and he instinctively reached out to catch me.

"Why are you moving around so much right after donating blood?!"

His tone softened slightly when he felt how frail my arms were. "Fine, I brought some soup. Stay in the hospital for a few days. Don’t cause any trouble."

For a moment, I thought I saw a glimpse of the Raiden I once knew.

But that brief warmth vanished instantly.

"Raiden, why are you still here? I want you to stay with me."

Giovanna’s sweet voice called out as she approached us.

Raiden immediately let go of me, putting distance between us.

He naturally took Giovanna’s arm, his aura full of concern.

"You should be resting.