I felt the tension rise as I scrolled through Samantha’s profile, each vibrant image and post like a knife cutting deeper into my heart. Samantha had shared everything—gifts, trips, declarations of love—each post claiming Derrick as hers. I had known, deep down, that something was wrong. Tonight, I finally had undeniable proof of Derrick’s . But what twisted my stomach wasn’t the photos or the gifts. It was the ultrasound image she’d posted—a small, shadowy figure that marked the life she carried, his child. My mate was having a child with someone else.
I kept scrolling, each picture pushing my wolf closer to the edge. Every post showed him at her side, looking at Samantha in a way that once belonged only to me. My wolf stirred within me, baring her fangs, but I forced myself to breathe, steadying the anger that simmered just beneath my skin.
That evening, when Derrick walked into our house, the faint floral scent of vanilla clung to him, Samantha’s unmistakable mark. He acted casual, oblivious, as if I wouldn’t notice. But I saw right through him, his lies now painfully clear.
“Long night?” I asked, my voice soft but laced with an edge I knew he couldn’t ignore.
He shrugged, muttering something about late-night patrols, his tone just a little too nonchalant. My wolf growled beneath the surface, her fury contained but smoldering, demanding justice for the mate bond he’d shattered.
Once he disappeared into the shower, I moved silently, searching his belongings. His jacket still held that scent, making my stomach twist with disgust. I knew I couldn’t pretend any longer. His betrayal was real. With a hand on my belly, I whispered to my unborn pup, “We’re going to get through this. Together.” A gentle kick responded, a reminder of the strength I still had left.
Just then, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, finding a message from an unknown number.
As I opened it, I froze as a picture of Derrick and Samantha filled the screen. With a tender expression from his eyes, he was h her belly as if cherishing the life growing within her. My wolf’s fury pulsed hotter, urging me to confront him right there. But I held back, reminding myself who I was—the Alpha’s daughter, the future Alpha-Female of this pack. I would not let him see my pain.
When Derrick came back, I forced myself to stay calm, masking the emotions raging inside me.
“What’s wrong, Charlotte?” he asked, his hand on my shoulder, his voice dripping with false concern. His touch made my skin crawl.
I forced a small, pained smile, biting back the bitter words threatening to spill out. “Do you remember when you promised me the moon and stars?” I asked quietly, my eyes locking onto his, searching for any hint of guilt.
He hesitated, a flicker of something—guilt, perhaps?—crossing his face. But he quickly regained his composure. “Of course, Charlotte. You know I’d do anything for you and our little one.” The words felt hollow, a cheap cover-up for the jasmine scent that still lingered on him, mocking me.
With a quiet, controlled fury, I responded, “It’s funny, I’ve suddenly developed a craving for dumplings from the edge of our territory—the ones they sell on the east side.” My eyes challenged him, daring him to deny my request. I knew he’d been there recently. Samantha had streamed it live, flaunting his devotion.
He tensed. “Those aren’t good for you, Charlotte. You should be careful about what you eat,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze.
He turned to leave, mumbling, “I’m exhausted. Maybe you can ask someone else to fetch whatever it is you need.” The disregard in his voice, his complete lack of shame, was like salt in an open wound.
I watched him retreat, disappearing into the shadows of our mansion, leaving me standing alone in the silence. I allowed myself to feel the full weight of his betrayal. I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling the life within, the true bond that mattered now.
“You’re my true bond,” I whispered to my unborn child. “Together, we’ll reclaim our strength.”
As dawn broke, the silvery light cast long shadows across the pack’s territory. I stood at the edge of the woods, breathing in the morning air, feeling a strange calm settle over me. I would not be his victim. I am the Alpha’s daughter, and I had a duty to my child, my pack, and myself.
Derrick may have broken our bond, but in doing so, he’d unleashed a power within me that I was only beginning to understand. I could feel it now—a strength that pulsed through my veins, an untamed power fueled by the pain he had inflicted.
With my gaze fixed on the horizon, I let the dawn’s light fill me with renewed purpose. My place in the pack was not his to undermine, nor was my dignity something he could take. I had a legacy to protect, a future to build with my child.
In the quiet solitude of the morning, I allowed myself one final thought of Derrick. He may have shattered the promises we’d made under the moonlight, but he hadn’t broken me. I was stronger now, with a power forged in the fire of betrayal. And as the future Alpha-Female of this pack, I would rise above him.
I turned my back on the shadows he had left, feeling the first rays of sunlight warming my face. This was the beginning of a new chapter. chapter where my child and I would stand strong, our bond unbreakable, our path clear.
Derrick might have turned his back on us, but I knew one thing with absolute certainty: he had underestimated me.
Chapter 2: Breaking the BondMy heart pounded as Derrick’s phone blinked on the table. For as long as I could remember, I had been loyal to him, giving him every ounce of trust I had. But today, my patience had run out. I lowered myself into a chair, careful not to strain my growing belly. I needed to know the truth.
I started with the obvious passwords, dates that had meant everything to us, like our anniversary, my birthday, even his pack initiation date. Nothing. But then, with a stroke of grim inspiration, I typed in the date from Samantha’s ultrasound photo, the one I’d seen her proudly share on social media. The screen unlocked.
My pulse quickened as I opened his messaging app. Samantha’s profile picture, sitting at the top like a mocking reminder of the betrayal. I braced myself as I scrolled through the messages, each line a new wound. “Darling, I miss you,” she had written. Derrick replied, “Soon, my love. We’ll be together soon.” His words, so sickeningly sweet, were painfully familiar. They used to be mine. Now they were for Samantha—the rival she-wolf carrying his child.
I opened Derrick’s banking app, feeling my stomach churn. Countless transactions such as pregnancy supplements, skincare products, and luxurious gifts filled the screen. It was all shipped to her address. His email notifications confirmed it. Rage and heartbreak warred within me, but I focused, carefully taking screenshots of every piece of evidence. He wouldn’t take me for a fool.
Finished, I placed the phone back on the table, feeling utterly drained. I lay down, closing my eyes to the rising anger and hurt that washed over me like a tidal wave.
Seven years I’d stood by Derrick’s side, believing we had a future together, a family to build. Now, he was tearing it all apart. The pain was unbearable, but beneath it, I wasn’t just an abandoned mate; I am the Alpha’s daughter. I would not allow anyone, especially Derrick, to make a mockery of me and my bloodline.
Moments later, Derrick came out of the bathroom, his phone in hand. He glanced at me, and for a fleeting second, his face softened. But then his phone buzzed, and his expression changed, brightening as he answered it. He stepped out onto the balcony, speaking in a gentle tone, his face filled with guilt mixed with eagerness.
From my spot on the bed, I watched him through the cracked door, unable to hear his words but seeing his smile.
When he returned to the bedroom, he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Charlotte, I have to step out for an urgent project with the pack. I won’t be long.”
I looked up at him, unable to mask the pain in my eyes. “I don’t feel well, Derrick. Could you stay with me tonight?” I asked softly, holding onto the faint hope that he might choose me for once, that he might still care.
He gave me a strained smile, barely meeting my gaze. “I can’t, my love. This project is crucial,” he said, glancing away. “I’ll ask my mother to come over and keep you company.”
As he gathered his things, I whispered, “Drive safe.” He nodded, barely acknowledging me, and left without looking back.
The second the front door clicked shut, I grabbed my jacket, covered my belly as best as I could, then slipped out of the house to hail a cab.
“Follow that car,” I instructed the driver as I climbed in. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions, steering us quietly behind Derrick’s car. My hands tightened into fists as I watched Derrick’s car navigate through the streets, finally reaching the border of the Crimsoneye pack’s territory.
When the driver stopped, hidden by the trees, I slipped out and watched from a distance. Derrick stepped out of his car, his face lighting up as Samantha emerged from the shadows. I felt my chest tighten as I saw him reach for her belly, his hand caressing the life growing within her. It was a tenderness that should have been mine.
I raised my phone, recording every moment of their meeting.
My child kicked within me, as if sensing my turmoil, urging me to protect the future we still had. Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wasn’t here to mourn—I was here to collect every last shred of proof.
In the distance, Derrick laughed, drawing Samantha close, his mouth moving in words that used to be mine.
What matters is I had all the evidence I needed now. I would expose him, reclaim my honor, and defend my child’s future.
As Derrick led Samantha back to her car, I clenched my fists. This wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.
Lowering my phone, I took a steadying breath, my heart filled with a newfound purpose. I would make Derrick answer for his betrayal, and I would ensure my child would never feel the sting of his father’s treachery.
With one last glance at the oblivious pair, I whispered to my unborn child, “We’re going to fight for our future, and we’re going to win.” Then, slipping into the shadows, I turned back toward the life that awaited me. A life I would rebuild, stronger than ever.
Chapter 3: Deadly GiftsMy heart raced as I watched Derrick through the bustling halls of the hospital, his doting attention fixed on Samantha—his lover from the Crimsoneye pack. The same Derrick who claimed he was too busy to attend even one prenatal check-up with me. Yet here he was, tending to Samantha with a level of care that made me feel like an outsider in my own life.
I lingered behind a pillar in the waiting area, observing as he leaned close to her, his hand gently resting on her back. His voice was soft, but I could still make out his words in the quiet space.
“The doctor says you need to be more mindful of your diet now. Try to stay active and go easy on heavy meals, okay?”
Samantha let out a playful huff, rolling her eyes. “Alright, but you’re the one who brought too many treats! You’re making this difficult,” she teased, pretending to be annoyed.
“Fine, blame me,” Derrick chuckled, his eyes bright with affection. “I’ll try not to spoil you so much next time.”
Their warmth and familiarity felt like a slap to my face. This was the life he had chosen, a life that didn’t include me—leaving me to bear his child alone, hidden in the shadows. My hand instinctively went to my belly, feeling the small flutter within. It was a bittersweet reminder of the bond I shared with the life growing inside me, even as Derrick drifted further away.
My heart ached, but I kept my expression composed, holding in the storm of emotions building up. I took out my phone, capturing every tender gesture, every shared look between them. This betrayal wouldn’t stay hidden, and I wouldn’t allow Derrick to erase me—or our child—from his life. The evidence I gathered was for the future, for the child I was determined to protect.
I followed them as they moved through the corridors, Derrick guiding Samantha toward the exit. The fluorescent lights reflected off the glass doors as he draped his jacket over her shoulders, shielding her from the autumn rain that had begun to fall outside. I watched from a distance as Samantha leaned up, pulling Derrick close by his tie and planting a kiss on his lips. Then, her eyes drifted toward me, catching sight of me with a look of smug satisfaction.
“Looks like you’ve lost,” she mouthed, her expression as cold as the rain falling outside.
A faint, calm smile formed on my lips. “He’s just a man, nothing more,” I whispered under my breath, feeling a strange freedom wash over me.
I was done with tears and done with pleading for his love. I didn’t need Derrick anymore—I needed only to secure a future free from his betrayal.
As they drove off, I stayed behind, letting the rain soak through the thin fabric of my dress. Calmly, I opened my phone and selected the folder of evidence I had compiled: messages, photos, receipts of Derrick’s gifts to Samantha. With a few taps, I sent the files to my mentor within the pack—a powerful elder known for her ruthless loyalty and fierce protection of those she cared about.
By the time I slipped my phone back into my pocket, the cold rain had seeped through my clothes, chilling me to the bone. I shivered, but the chill only strengthened my resolve. I had done everything I could, and now I would chart my own path.
Suddenly, my phone rang, the familiar tone of my mother’s call cutting through the silence. I took a steadying breath before answering. “Hello, Mom.”
“Charlotte! Where are you? I made soup for you and Derrick. I stopped by the house, but you weren’t there,” her voice was warm, filled with love and concern, blissfully unaware of the turmoil roiling beneath the surface.
I forced a smile, keeping my voice steady. “Oh, we’re just… out for a bit. Derrick insisted we get some fresh air.”
Her laughter came through the line, comforting yet bittersweet. “That Derrick… always so thoughtful. Make sure he takes care of you, okay? And don’t stay out too long; it’s getting chilly.”
Her words reminded me of everything I’d lost, the love I thought I’d had. My chest tightened, and I bit my lip, fighting to keep the tremor out of my voice. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be careful.”
“Good, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything, alright? Love you.”
As I ended the call, gripping my phone tightly, the warmth of my mother’s voice faded, leaving me alone with the flood of emotions I’d been holding back. I wanted to scream, to shatter the quiet despair that surrounded me. But I couldn’t. My father is , bound by pride, and I was the mother to an unborn child who needed my strength.
Slowly, I turned, stepping out into the rain, each step steady and deliberate. I didn’t need Derrick anymore; he’d made his choice, and now I was making mine. He was no longer my mate, no longer the man I would share my life with.
As I walked toward the edge of our territory, I felt a new resolve take root within me. I was not a woman scorned; I was a warrior carrying the legacy of my bloodline. I would build a new life, a future untethered to his lies, one where my child would know the strength and honor of their heritage.
With one final glance back at the hospital, I whispered to myself, “This is the end, Derrick. You’re hers now.”
Chapter 4: Leaving The MateThe message from Derrick arrived as expected, hollow and practiced: "Hey, Charlotte, I’ll be working late tonight. It’s a bit chilly, so don’t forget to close the windows. Love you always, your mate."
I stared at the words, feeling nothing. There was a time I would have worried, stayed up, and waited for him to come home. But those days were gone. Now, I merely closed my phone, indifferent. Derrick was part of the past I had already left behind. Today, I was ready to sever our bond for good.
It had taken months to gather the courage and evidence, but finally, I had everything I needed. The elders had agreed to check the evidences before performing the ritual that would dissolve our mating bond, freeing me from Derrick’s betrayal. The ritual had been both painful and cleansing, like ripping out roots that had bound me to a man who had no loyalty. The ache in my chest was soon replaced with relief and newfound strength. For me and my unborn child, there would be no more lies, no more deceit.
I knew that Derrick felt the severing of our bond because aftee feeling relieved, the severed mate will feel the consequence which is feeling my pain ten times more.
As I stepped outside the ritual hall, I found myself face-to-face with her—Samantha. She waited by the entrance, her smug smile barely concealed as her eyes met mine. Even now, as the rain began to mist the grounds, she looked smug, as if my pain was her victory.
“Charlotte,” she greeted with a smirk, crossing her arms. “I thought you’d never have the courage to leave him.”
I met her gaze, calm and unbothered. “I’ve no use for a mate who doesn’t respect his bond. If you want him, take him. He’s yours.”
She blinked, momentarily thrown off by my composure. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. Derrick’s betrayal had burned through me, but I wouldn’t let Samantha see my scars. I refused to give her that power.
“Does it really not bother you?” she sneered. “You spent years by his side, and now... just like that... ou’re giving up?”
I smiled faintly, a touch of sadness creeping into my voice. “You know, Samantha, when I look back, I never gave up on him. He gave up on us long before you even came along.”
For a moment, I saw something flicker in her expression: her lips curled into a bitter smile.
“What a pity,” she murmured. “Guess you were never enough for him.”
With a sharp laugh, she turned to leave, but suddenly pivoted and grabbed my arm, yanking me forward with a fierce grip. “You may act like you’re okay, but we both know better,” she hissed, her eyes blazing. “You’re just a bitter ex, nothing more.”
I pulled my arm back, but her grip was stronger than I anticipated. She pushed me backward, and I lost my balance, collapsing to the ground. A sharp pain exploded through my abdomen, stealing the breath from my lungs as I fell onto the wet earth.
Agony shot through me, and I could feel something terrible happening inside. My hands instinctively went to my stomach, terror flooding my veins as I felt the warmth of blood pooling beneath me. I clutched my belly, the pain overwhelming as I struggled to catch my breath.
Samantha’s expression shifted to one of alarm as she took a step back, her eyes wide with shock. Without a word, she turned and fled, leaving me alone in the rain, crumpled and broken on the ground.
Through the haze of pain, I managed to call out for help. The world was spinning, and my vision blurred as strangers gathered around, their faces a blur of concern and urgency. Voices called for an ambulance, but all I could think about was my child, life growing inside me.
“Please… save my baby,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
But my mind was praying to the moon goddess for my pup's safety.
By the time the paramedics arrived, my consciousness had begun to slip. I could feel myself fading, my body growing weaker as the pain pulsed through every part of me. They lifted me onto a stretcher, the sound of their voices distant, muffled, like they were speaking from miles away.
One of the paramedics handed me my phone, asking for my emergency contact. With trembling hands, I dialed Derrick’s number, praying he’d pick up, that somehow he’d remember the family he’d left behind. The line rang once, twice, and finally, answered; his voice sharp and tensed. He could have been feeling the consequence of the bond severing ritual now.
In the background, I heard Samantha’s voice, light and cheerful, as if nothing in the world could touch them.
The call ended abruptly, leaving me staring at the empty screen. The finality of his choice echoed through me. He had moved on without a backward glance, while I lay there fighting for the life of our child.
My heart pounded as I forced myself to dial again, this time calling my mother. She picked up on the first ring, her voice filled with worry. “Charlotte, is everything alright?”
“I… I’m going into labor,” I managed, fighting back tears as I clung to consciousness. “Mom, I need you.”
“Hold on, sweetheart,” she replied, her voice steady. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just hold on, alright?”
As the ambulance sped toward the hospital, the pain grew unbearable, but I kept repeating my mother’s words, clinging to them like a lifeline. Hold on. Just hold on.
The last thing I remembered before everything faded was the image of my child, a glimmer of hope and strength amid the darkness.
I wouldn’t let go—not now, not ever. I would survive this, for her, and build a future beyond the broken promises Derrick had left behind.