Betrayed by My Warrior Mate,My Identity As Secret Guard Unveiled

My mate Erisa is a fierce and renowned female warrior within Stormhowl Pack.

Her prowess in battle is matched only by her beauty.

Yet, at this very moment, the sight before me is like a dagger to my soul.

Erisa and Blaze were entangled in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed so tightly together.

Blaze's hands roamed freely over Erisa's back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

My body turns to stone.

Blaze joined our pack just half a year ago.

In the shadowy forest, a brutal skirmish erupted between the Stormhowl Pack and rogue wolves.

Blaze, fighting at the front, was bitten by a sly rogue wolf that injected potent wolfsbane into his shoulder.

The moment Erisa saw Blaze fall, she rushed to his side.

Dragging him through the underbrush, she took him to a hidden cave on the pack's outskirts.

Inside, Erisa worked non - stop for three days to save Blaze.

As she cared for him, a magnetic bond grew between them.

On the third night, when Blaze's condition improved, they shared a passionate kiss. It quickly escalated, and they gave in to their desires.

From then on, they were inseparable, training, walking, and fighting together.

I watched through the window of the werewolf warrior office . There she is, pinned against the window frame, the cold moonlight casting an ethereal glow over their intertwined bodies.

Hours pass as they lose themselves in each other.

" I don't want my mate to catch a whiff of another wolf on me."

" After all the blood we've spilled together, the nights we've shared in each other's arms, you still cling to that worthless cur! Erisa. You're mine! "

Erisa grabs her collar, his tongue darting out to lick her cheek.

"I love only my mate. Don't push it. Remember, from the start, we agreed this was just a temporary thing, no strings attached."

Blaze wraps his arms around her, his voice on the verge of breaking. "I was wrong. Gods, I was so wrong. I can't breathe without you. Every moment we're apart, it's like a part of me is ripped away. "

"I made a promise to Samson. After this, I'm going back to him, to be the mate he deserves." She turns on her heel , not even sparing him a backward glance.

As Erisa returns home, I am hunched over my workbench, meticulously sharpening my daggers.

She glided in.

As she drew near, my hyper - sensitive werewolf nose instantly caught a foreign note in the aroma. It was Blaze's scent.

She straddled me, her soft hands caressing my chest. "Honey," she purred, "I want to give you a little cub. What do you say?"

I forced myself to feign calm.

I gently but firmly pushed her away.

Under the cold, rushing water, I scrubbed at my skin, every place her hands had touched. I rubbed until my flesh turned raw.

Just days ago, I'd seen her retching violently.

I'd rushed to her side,