Unwanted Mate: The Rise of the Silver Healer

Five years ago, I poured my rare Silver Essence into Alpha Damien’s dying body, nearly sacrificing my own life to stitch his fatal wounds.

But when he woke up, Seraphina was the one sitting by his bedside with a wet cloth. He assumed she was his savior, and she never corrected him.

Now, three weeks before our Mating Ceremony, Damien brought her into our home.

She was pregnant, and she was wearing his bite mark.

"It is a Life Debt, Isla," Damien told me, his voice devoid of warmth. "She saved me. The Elders invoked the statute. You will accept this."

He moved her into the penthouse meant for us. He demanded I use my healing gifts to tend to his mistress and their "miracle" heir.

I became a ghost in my own pack, forced to watch my Fated Mate shower her with the love that belonged to me. He even ordered me to publicly apologize to her for my "jealousy."

But as I reviewed her medical file, I found the truth he was too blind to see.

The fetus was six weeks old. He had only marked her three weeks ago.

And her energy levels? Non-existent. She didn't have a drop of healing magic in her blood.

Damien thought I was preparing for our wedding.

Instead, I picked up a red marker and crossed out the date on the calendar.

On the morning of the ceremony, while he waited at the altar, I answered his frantic call.

"I, Isla, reject you, Damien."

It was time he learned exactly what he had thrown away.

Chapter 1

Isla POV:

The glass vial slipped from my fingers. It hit the marble floor of the laboratory, shattering into a thousand glittering diamonds. The precious Moon Petal extract, a silver liquid I had spent three nights distilling, seeped into the grout.

I didn't care. *The ice spreading through my veins numbed the loss.*

Damien stood in the doorway of my clinic. He looked like a god of war, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair perfectly styled. But his eyes, usually warm when they looked at me, were cold. Detached.

"It is necessary, Isla," he said. His voice was deep, a rumble that usually soothed my wolf. Today, it sounded like a judge reading a death sentence.

"Necessary?" I whispered. My voice trembled. "You are going to mark her? Damien, we are Fated Mates. You cannot mark another. It is a violation of the highest law of the Moon Goddess."

Damien stepped into the room. The air grew heavy. It was his Alpha Aura. In our world, the Alpha is the absolute ruler. His presence alone demands submission. My inner wolf, weakened from years of giving my essence to heal others, whimpered and curled into a ball in the back of my mind.

"Seraphina is dying," Damien said, his jaw tight. *"The Council of Elders has invoked the Life Debt Statute. They claim her spirit is untethered and only an Alpha's anchor can hold it.