My Mate Betrayed Me_ I'll Make Him Beg for Death!

The Moon Goddess had blessed me with a mate. At least, that's what I believed when I first laid eyes on James.

He stood tall and proud, his broad shoulders squared as he approached me at the mating ceremony. My heart fluttered with childish excitement as he took my hand. I was eighteen, a gentle Omega who had spent years dreaming of this moment.

"I'm your fated mate," I whispered, my voice trembling with joy.

His eyes—cold and calculating—swept over me before his lips curled into a sneer. "A Beta paired with an Omega. The Moon Goddess has a sick sense of humor."

I didn't understand then. How could I? The mate bond was sacred, blessed by the Moon herself. Surely he would come to love me as I already loved him.

But James never saw me as his equal. To him, I was a stain on his reputation, a reminder that even the mighty Beta could be cursed with an Omega mate.

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"Get on your knees," James commanded, his voice echoing through the warriors' training grounds.

The sun had barely risen, but I was already there, as instructed. My knees sank into the damp earth as the warriors finished their morning run, their boots caked with mud and blood from the training exercises.

"Lick them clean," he ordered, gesturing to the first warrior's boots.

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with humiliation. "James, please—"

"That's an order from your Beta," he snapped, his eyes flashing dangerously.

The warrior—a tall, muscular man with a scar across his jaw—grinned down at me. "Come on, little Omega. Don't make us wait."

Slowly, I leaned forward and began to clean his boots with my tongue. The taste of dirt and blood filled my mouth as laughter erupted around me.

"Look at that," James chuckled. "At least she's good for something."

This became my daily ritual. After training, James would bring me to the warriors. Sometimes it was boots. Other times, it was their sweat-soaked clothes that needed washing—by hand, with my skin scrubbing against theirs.

"You're nothing but a servant," James would remind me, his voice dripping with disgust. "A worthless Omega who should be grateful I even marked you."

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"My Beta deserves better than this," Sophie purred, her fingers trailing down James's chest as they stood before me.

I had walked into our den to find them together, her lips on his neck where my mark should have been sacred.

"Watch and learn," James commanded, not even bothering to push her away. "See how a real woman pleases her man."

Sophie's eyes gleamed with cruel delight as she kissed him deeper. "Poor little Omega," she murmured against his lips. "So pathetic."

I stood frozen, my heart shattering as they continued before me. James gripped Sophie's waist, his eyes locked on mine, forcing me to witness their betrayal.

"This is what you should aspire to," he said coldly. "Though we both know you never will."

Sophie laughed, a high, tinkling sound that