My Mate Exchanged Me for His Kidnapped Ex

After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death.

Before my death, my eight-year-old daughter begged her father three times.

The first time, my daughter took her father's hand and said, "Daddy, mommy is pregnant with my little brother. She can't go to the rogue territory."

The alpha wolf let out a cold laugh: "How dare your mother teach a pup to lie."

Then he had his beta guards drive my daughter out of the pack house.

The second time, my daughter grabbed his sleeve and told him the rogue wolves were torturing me with silver.

The alpha frowned: "These rogues were hired by your mother to kidnap Willow. How could she really be tortured?"

The guards stepped forward and once again pulled my daughter out of the room.

The third time, my daughter lay on the floor, desperately clutching his pant leg, crying that I was dying in the rogue wolf territory.

The alpha finally lost his temper. He slapped her away with force.

"I told you, Ava won't die. She's strong. If you come running back here to disturb Willow's rest again, I'll definitely throw both of you out of the pack territory."

To save me, my daughter gave her most precious possession to the most powerful warrior in the pack—the healing gemstone I had given her for her birthday.

"Please, can you use this to help save my mother? I don't need protection anymore. I just want my mother to live."

The warrior took her healing gemstone, but before he could leave to rescue me, Willow stepped in his way.

"Sorry, little pup," she smirked. "The warrior needs to stay here to protect my dog. Your father was afraid I would be sad if anything happened to my pet."

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After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death.

I lay dying in the rogue territory, my body broken by silver torture while Willow's dog received protection back at the pack.

As the powerful warrior was stopped from leaving, my daughter still clutched the healing gemstone case, now empty.

She clenched her small fists, now turning purplish, and begged Willow again and again.

"Please, let the warrior come save my mom?" her small voice pleaded.

"Miss Willow, please, I'm begging you, let him go!"

My daughter's childish voice echoed throughout the entire pack house, but it couldn't move Willow who was busy fussing over her pet dog—the animal she claimed needed the pack's strongest warrior for protection.

The louder my daughter cried and shouted, the more Willow seemed determined to ignore her as she cooed and fawned over her dog.

"Good doggy, these big bad rogues aren't anywhere near us, but you still need protection," Willow's voice sang sweetly.

My daughter's voice gradually grew hoarse.

This child who used to cry for me to hold