Sacrificed By My Fated Mate

After five years in this world with my best friend, we ended up mating the Grant brothers—the powerful leaders of the Silver Moon Pack.

I mated Houston Grant, the Beta, while she mated Jimmy Grant, the Alpha.

They both shared a childhood friend, Kiara Mitchell, who was their unspoken bond—a bond neither of us could ever truly break.

Houston chose to exchange me for Kiara when rogue werewolves kidnapped her.

I died because of it, but I learned something that brought me a strange sense of relief.

If both my best friend and I died here, we could return to our original world, leaving this one behind for good.

I watched Houston’s grief after my death, his regret consuming him, but I felt nothing.

Calmly, I sent the message to my best friend, Zuri.

She laughed, glancing at Jimmy, who was still too preoccupied comforting Kiara, and silently replied:

“Wait for me. We’ll go home together.”

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“Ariyah, you’ve tried to frame Kiara so many times, and I’ve let it slide.”

“What game are you playing now?”

“If you just go willingly and exchange yourself for her, bring her back unharmed, I’ll forgive you for everything you’ve done to her.”

“You’ll still be the Beta’s Luna.”

“I’ll love you like I used to, and our pup will be my heir, my most cherished one.”

When Houston whispered these words to me, his hands pressed firmly against my back, shoving me toward the rogue werewolves without hesitation.

I caught the fleeting look of triumph in Kiara’s feigned terror.

Houston pushed me so hard that my abdomen slammed into a nearby pillar, and I felt a sharp pain before the blood started to flow.

It pooled down my legs, and I stared blankly at the man who had vowed to protect and cherish me on our marking night. Before I could process what was happening, a rogue’s claws locked around my neck, choking me. I gasped, “Houston… help me… our pup…”

But Houston only frowned, his eyes filled with disgust. “Ariyah, are you still acting? These rogues are your doing, aren’t they?”

“You’re so convincing, even using fake blood to trick me.”

“Beta, the Luna is really bleeding…” I heard Roy, his assistant, exclaim.

But Houston didn’t seem to hear. His attention was entirely on Kiara, his rage consumed by her supposed kidnapping.

“Kiara, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Houston asked, his voice tense, before turning to the rogues with a snarl.

“If she’s hurt in any way, I’ll tear you apart!”

The last shred of warmth I felt for Houston vanished.

Of course, in his heart, the mate who had stood by him, who had pulled him from the darkness, could never compare to his precious Kiara.

Houston’s threats only enraged the rogues further. A group of outlaws wouldn’t tolerate the arrogance of a pack Beta.

“Who do you think you are, threatening us?”

“Want us to kill your mate right in front of you?”

Houston hesitated, his eyes flickering