Jumping to Death After My Mate’s Ultimate Betrayal

I instinctively wanted to hide the tray in my hands, but seeing that I had already been noticed, I decided to face the situation head-on.

"Why are you back here on your mark ceremony day, when you’ve already marked the future Lycan King?" Brady accused me, his voice sharp with disapproval.

From inside the room, the sounds of laughter between Isabela and Ashton reached my ears.

Yes, my mark ceremony day.

Here I was, witnessing my mate flirt with another woman, while my own brother not only turned a blind eye but also blamed me for not staying at the palace.

"Isabela just returned from the borderlands, and she must be exhausted from the journey. She’s delicate, Emmy. Be the bigger person and let her have her way," Brady said, his brow furrowing as he noticed my gaze fixed on the room.

I remained silent, stepping forward and pushing the door open.

Inside, Isabela sat gracefully on the sofa, pouting slightly as she looked up at the cold, imposing figure of Ashton.

Ashton knelt before her, his hands cradling her ankles, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness.

I felt my breath catch.

To see Ashton, the future Lycan King, willingly kneel before someone—something I could never make him do.

Ashton’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a brief moment, I caught a flicker of disdain, as if he were annoyed by my intrusion into his moment with Isabela.

My eyes swept across the room, taking in the chaos.

The tapestry I had spent nearly a year on, straining my eyes until they nearly gave out, was torn to shreds, trampled and dirtied.

Ashton cleared his throat, a hint of guilt in the gesture.

Brady followed me into the room, his eyes widening at the mess. For once, he offered an explanation.

"Isabela wanted to see the tapestry you made, so I brought her here with the Prince," he said, his gaze softening as it landed on Isabela, who looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"It’s just a tapestry, Emmy. If Isabela likes it, why not make another one for her? It’s not like you have much else to do," Brady added, his tone dismissive.

Creating a tapestry was no small task. It strained the eyes and consumed every ounce of focus. Most crafters went blind before they even reached thirty. For nearly a year, I had poured my heart into this piece, hoping for just a single word of praise from Ashton.

But clearly, he didn’t care.

Ignoring the disapproving looks from Ashton and Brady, I refused outright.

"I don’t have the time."

Isabela shrank back behind Ashton, her eyes wide and teary as she looked at me.

"Does the future Luna not like me? I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to ruin your beautiful work," she said, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears.

"I’ve just always heard how lovely tapestries are, and I was curious."

Ashton’s heart ached at her pitiful expression, and he shot me a cold glare.

"The mark ceremony hasn’t been completed yet. She’s not the Luna."