After My Mate Chose His Brother's Widow

Even now, thinking about it still feels like a nightmare.

Back then, in order to preserve my honor when faced with danger, I exhausted every means possible, even nearly choosing to end my own life to escape.

After escaping, my first thought was to reach out to my father through the pack’s mind link. But Stephen Carr, coveting my father’s influence in the pack and wanting to protect Marley Howard’s brother, found me first. He comforted me and swore on the Moon Goddess.

“Don’t be afraid. No one will know about this. Be my mate, and I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.”

“If you spread this, your reputation as a Luna will be ruined.”

He kept assuring me that after the marking ceremony, he would love and cherish me.

I believed him. Because of this, I had to give up my dream of becoming a pack Healer, and I became pregnant with his pup.

When my father found out, he was overjoyed and spoke highly of Stephen to the Lycan King.

This allowed Stephen to rise rapidly through the pack ranks, basking in his newfound glory.

But in less than a year, he broke his promise, and now, for the sake of Marley, he’s discarded me like trash.

When I exposed the truth, Stephen froze for a moment.

But soon, his expression turned cold, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

“I was being kind, not wanting your life to be ruined by that incident.”

“Besides, back then, if you hadn’t flirted with Marley’s brother, he wouldn’t have targeted you.”

I stared at him, and at that moment, I felt like the man before me had become a complete stranger.

How could he say something so heartless?

“Stephen, you’re right. It’s all my fault…”

It was my mistake to misjudge people.

To mistake a wolf for a savior.

“Enough!”

He waved his hand impatiently, cutting me off, not even sparing me a glance.

“The past is in the past. Marley and her pup will move into the pack house in a few days. Start preparing.”

“I’m warning you again—don’t make a scene, don’t bully them! Otherwise, get out!”

With that, he turned and walked out, his face emotionless.

As he stepped through the door, a sharp pain like an ice pick stabbed through my abdomen.

Beads of cold sweat formed on my forehead, my back stiff and numb, devoid of any warmth.

“Stephen!”

“I… I’m in so much pain…”

He stopped and glanced back, his eyes filled with annoyance.

“If it hurts, call the Healer. I’m not a Healer. Why are you calling me?”

“Stephen, I might be losing the pup…”

Having studied healing for years, I knew what this meant.

“What are you implying? Using the pup to threaten me?”

His voice grew colder.

“I advise you not to play these little games. It’s disgusting!”

He let out a cold laugh, then turned and left.

“Don’t forget to move your things out of here. They’re in the way.”

He disappeared through the door.

I trembled, trying to push myself up, but the pain in my abdomen quickly spread throughout my body.

I lowered my head, attempting to cradle my violently cramping stomach.

But I was too weak. I collapsed onto the bed, my consciousness slipping away…