Bleeding For The Alpha's True Mate

During the ninety-ninth rogue attack on the Silver Moon Pack, the Beta, Omar Reyes, fled with ninety-nine chosen pack members.

Leaving me tied to the bed.

"You're my mate," he said coldly. "It's your duty to protect the pack."

The rogues took me, torturing me for three days before dumping my broken body at a brothel.

It was Fabian Turner, a Lycan Prince, who found me. He paid for my freedom, marked me as his mate, and punished the rogues who had hurt me.

For three years, I believed in his love, in the gentle words he whispered to me. Until one day, I overheard Omar confronting him.

"You’ve drained her wolf’s power enough, haven’t you, Your Highness?" Omar sneered. "Now, honor our agreement and let me have Kate."

Fabian’s laugh was cold, cruel. "I watched that pathetic excuse of a she-wolf suffer ninety-nine times. Do you think I’d have marked her if I didn’t need her power for Kate? She’s nothing but a tool to me."

My heart shattered. The bond between us, once so strong, now felt like a chain around my neck. I realized then that love was nothing but an illusion.

In that moment, memories of my past life flooded back.

In ten days, I would die.

---

The fight between Joseph Lane, the Alpha of the Shadow Fang Pack, and Omar erupted over Kate Richardson.

"Omar," Joseph growled, his Alpha tone sharp and commanding. "You knew I marked Cecelia only to drain her wolf’s power for Kate. I’ve been feeding Kate every ounce of strength I took from her."

But Omar wouldn’t listen. The two men clashed, their wolves snarling as they tore into each other. They used my belongings—Joseph with my training gear, Omar with my weapons—as if I were nothing but a pawn in their game.

It wasn’t until Kate arrived, her belly slightly rounded, that the fight stopped. She stumbled, her delicate hands clutching her stomach, and both men rushed to her side.

"Joseph," she said, her voice trembling, her scent—a mix of vanilla and something sweet—filling the air. "I’m carrying your pup. We’re going to be a family."

Omar’s face twisted in pain. "Kate, Joseph marked that broken she-wolf. He’s not worthy of you. I’ve given up everything for you—my pack, my honor."

But Kate only leaned into Joseph, her lips brushing his in a kiss that sealed her decision.

I watched from the shadows, my body trembling as if struck by lightning. Omar had abandoned me, left me to suffer, and yet he’d given up everything for Kate.

And Joseph—he’d marked me, claimed me, only to drain me for her.

I felt my wolf whimper in the back of my mind, weak and broken. I had nothing left.

---

Later, Joseph entered my room, a silver necklace dangling from his fingers.

"Cecelia," he said, his voice soft, almost tender. "A gift for you. Do you like it?"

I forced a smile, tears streaming down my face. The necklace was beautiful,