Jumping to Death After My Mate’s Ultimate Betrayal

Ashton ordered me, his voice cold and commanding, his Alpha tone leaving no room for defiance.

“Isabela has taken a liking to something of yours. Consider it an honor. Be grateful and accept it.”

“Until you’ve finished embroidering it, you’ll stay at the Beta’s residence. Don’t come back to the Lycan Palace. When you’ve learned to obey, then you may return to see me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept my head bowed, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Ashton didn’t spare me another glance. He scooped Isabela into his arms—she had twisted her ankle—and strode away without a word.

The moment Isabela left, Brady’s attention followed. He hurried after them, clutching a bowl of protein-packed smoothie he had personally prepared. Before disappearing, he barked at the servants, “Lock her up! She doesn’t leave until Isabela is satisfied!”

The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. “Brady!” I called out, my voice trembling.

I had already witnessed Ashton’s unwavering devotion to Isabela. I wasn’t foolish enough to cling to the title of Luna, nor would I humiliate myself by causing trouble for Isabela. All I wanted in that moment was the comfort of family—just one person to stand by my side, to offer a word of solace.

Brady paused, his brow furrowed as he shot me a disdainful look. “This is your own doing. You insisted on becoming the mate of the future Lycan King, competing with Isabela for the position of Luna. Now you’re reaping what you sowed. Don’t blame anyone else.”

With that, he turned and left, his steps hurried as if chasing after Isabela.

Shelby, my loyal caretaker, wrapped her arms around me, her heart breaking for me. I laughed through my tears. “Yes, it’s my fault. I insisted on becoming his mate.”

Everyone in the pack knew Ashton’s heart belonged to Isabela Johnson. When Isabela had defied the Lycan King’s decree and fled to the rogue territories, Ashton had been devastated. In his despair, he had chosen his mate through a random selection from the eligible females of the pack. It was a humiliating, careless gesture, and no one but me had been willing to accept it.

Ashton had pined for Isabela for nine years, while I had silently loved him for ten. Even if there was only the slightest chance, I wanted to stand by his side. Even if his heart never held a place for me, I thought I could care for him, support him, and use my status as a Beta’s sister to aid him in some small way.

But now Isabela had returned. I felt like a fraud, a thief who had stolen a position that was never meant to be mine. Even my own brother thought I deserved this pain.