Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

After that night, my wounds began to heal, and with the nourishing food that was regularly delivered, my strength slowly returned. When Ella Sullivan came by, she caught me sharpening my claws.

Her eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly masked it with her usual arrogance.

She walked up to me, her scent carrying the faint, sweet fragrance of rosemary, but her tone was sharp as she sneered, “Raven, what’s the point of sharpening those now? The pack’s already turned against you. No matter how much you prepare, it won’t change anything.”

I glared at her coldly and flexed my claws. “Back off.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What if I don’t?”

I didn’t waste words. In a flash, I lunged at her. She tried to resist, but her skills were no match for mine. Alpha Isaac had trained her himself, and I knew every move she’d make. Within moments, my claws grazed her cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

She gasped, clutching her face—her prized possession. Her eyes burned with fury as she pointed a trembling finger at me.

“You—how did you recover your strength?” she spat, her voice shaking.

I let out a bitter laugh. “Even at my weakest, I could still take you down. Your so-called skills are a joke.”

“You… you wouldn’t dare,” she stammered, her bravado faltering.

“Just wait,” she hissed, her voice rising. “I’ll tell Alpha Isaac. I’ll make sure he silences you for good!”

With that, she stormed out, leaving me alone in the room.

I sighed, wiping the blood from my claws. It didn’t take long for Isaac to arrive, just as I’d expected. But to my surprise, he wasn’t angry. Instead, he was smiling, holding a bowl of medicine in his hands.

“Raven,” he said softly, his voice warm. “Here, drink this. I warmed it up just for you.”

I glanced at the dark liquid in the bowl and felt a wave of nausea. I turned my head away. “I don’t want it. You can leave.”

“You have to drink it,” he insisted, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re still recovering. I can’t bear to see you suffer.”

When I didn’t respond, he sighed, setting the bowl down beside me. “I know you’re upset with me, Raven. But I had no choice. Ella was causing chaos in the pack. If I didn’t appease her, it would have been a disaster. I did this for you—to stabilize the pack.”

His words sounded so sincere, as if he truly believed his own lies. Once, I would have trusted him without question. But now? I had no reason to believe a word he said.

When I remained silent, he scooped a spoonful of the medicine and held it to my lips. “Come on, just a sip. For me.”

The bitter smell of the liquid filled my nose, and suddenly, I felt a surge of anger. I slapped the spoon out of his hand, the bowl clattering to the floor.

“I said I don’t want it!” I shouted, my voice shaking with rage. “Get out!”

Isaac’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? I went out of my way to bring you this, and you just throw it away?”

He stood abruptly, his voice cold. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your misery.”

As he walked out, his silhouette disappeared into the hallway. I sank back onto the bed, my chest heaving with emotion.

Then, I noticed a small mouse scurry into the room. It sniffed at the spilled medicine, lapping up a few drops. Within seconds, it collapsed, lifeless.

I stared at the scene, my anger dissolving into a bitter ache in my chest.

So that’s why he insisted I drink it. That’s why he went out of his way to “warm” it for me. He wasn’t trying to heal me—he was trying to kill me.

Isaac, I thought, my heart heavy. I underestimated just how ruthless you could be.