My Mate Regretted His Affair with My Sister when I Finally Dumped HimChapter 1

Kathryn's Point of View

'My mate would do anything for the love of his life, for his eternal beloved. Tragically, I was never and would never be that she-wolf...'

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I was making my way back to the mansion when a heavy rain poured down, drenching me instantly. I tried hailing down a cab, but none of them stopped. Some even sped past on purpose, splashing me with dirty water from the road.

Life has taught me a harsh truth; if you're an Omega, you'll be treated like shit. Even my fated mate does. In fact, he was the one who had shown me just how cruel life could be.

Ashton Grey—the son of Alpha Philip and my fated mate—was the coldest and most heartless wolf I had ever known.

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He didn't see me as his mate.

To him, I was just a slave.

"Listen up," He barked, his tone as sharp as ever. "I want you to clean the entire villa tonight for my gathering tomorrow. Get my tuxedo and black leather shoes ready too. Lastly, help the other maids prepare the banquet. Got it?"

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And whenever I failed to meet his impossible standards, he never hesitated to curse at me or lash out.

"You're a fucking pain in my ass, Kathryn!" He yelled, slapping me across the face, the force of his hand sending a sharp sting through my cheek.

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We'd never had a proper mating ceremony, and he used that as an excuse to hide me or deny that I was his mate.

"I didn't know you were mated to an Omega, Ashton," One of his friends sneered, laughing.

Ashton pushed me away as if I disgusted him, then dumped the contents of his coffee cup onto my face. "Fuck that, Jake. This Omega isn't my mate—she's my maid!" He shouted, his eyes filled with icy contempt. "Stay away from me, and get that through your head!"

I nodded and silently stepped back.

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For years, I endured his cruelty, clinging to the hope that things might change. My foolish heart still, somehow, found reasons to love him, and I didn't want our son, Bryan, to grow up in a broken family…

Bryan was conceived on a night I can never forget—a night that haunts me still.

Ashton came home half-naked and drunk, his mind clouded, his movements forceful as he dragged me to his bed. I had no choice but to submit, even as disgust filled me.

With each rough kiss, each push and pull, and each aggressive caress, he moaned a name that wasn't mine. "Tiana… Tiana Blesly." My sister.