My Alpha Mate's Great Betrayal

I was feeling down, so I knew that going for a run would do me good.

I made my way out of the house and started shifting into my wolf form.

As soon as I was fully shifted, I raced into the woods beside the pack house.

I howled, feeling excited as I ran faster. I had a power of fast speed so I was running very fast.

I felt peace as the wind brushed through my fur and my feet directed me to wherever the wind called me as it whistles in my ears.

However, my peace was disturbed when I heard a growl.

I stopped running and looked around to find out where the growl came from.

Five wolves walked out of the bushes and surrounded me.

I didn't recognize any of them, so I knew that they weren't our pack members and from the feral look in their eyes, I could tell that they were rogues.

One of them shifted into his human form and growled at me again. He looked rough with his hair and beard looking unruly.

“Come with us quietly or we'll kill you right here.” He grunted as he glared at me.

Did they want to drag me away from the pack territory to rape and kill me so that the Alpha wouldn't come after them?

Well, from how Blake's been behaving, I doubt he would go after them once he finds out they attacked me.

I shifted into my human form and growled, “I'm not going anywhere with you. Leave me alone or I'll make you regret trying to kidnap me.”

I heard some rogues eat other werewolves, so maybe they also wanted to eat me.

I shuddered at the thought and shook my head. I would never let them defeat me.

“Then we'll kill you right here!” He yelled and quickly shifted back to his wolf form.

They attacked me all at the same time and I was prepared.

I stretched my hands out and used my mind powers to make them feel the force of the air around them hit them, so they all fall back on the ground.

It gave me enough time to shift into my wolf and before I knew it, two of them got up and jumped on me.

One bit down on my hind leg while the other bit down on my shoulder.

I shifted into my human form as I summoned my mind power of control and my eyes glowed golden. I stared into the eyes of the wolf that bit my shoulder and his eyes started flowing golden too.

“Get off me.” I said the command in a low tone of voice.

He got off me and I commanded one again, “Fight him until he runs away.”

He moaned in response and turned to the wolf still biting my leg. He growled at him, making him let go of my leg and look up then he pushed him off me and started fighting him.

My mother came from a strong line of ancient werewolves that had magic in their blood, so that was how I was able to have such powers unlike most werewolves.

The rest of the wolves growled and rushed to attack me, but I stared into the eyes of one as I whispered the command, “Stop them and protect me.”

He jumped in front of me, stopping them from getting to me and growled at them.

They looked confused, but they growled back.

I looked into the eyes of another of rogue wolf and commanded, “Leave.”

He turned and ran away.

When the one that I haven't used mind control on saw that, he jumped on the one protecting me and they started fighting.

They didn't stop fighting until the one that wasn't being controlled got up and ran away.

The one that bit my leg also got up and ran away.

The remaining two that were being controlled by me shifted into their human form, looking as rough as the other one that I saw in his human form.

“It is done, mistress.” They both reported at the same time.

“Good. Now, leave the pack territory.” I commanded as my eyes glowed a brighter golden.

“Yes, mistress.” They both answered and shifted into their wolf form then raw away.

“That was close.” I muttered to myself and glanced down at my leg to see that it has already healed.

Only the blood remained. I would have to wash it away once I get home.

I shifted back to my wolf form and ran back home.

Blake walked into the house, holding a torn piece of his love letters while I was sitting peacefully on the couch and watching TV.

With his voice dripping with disdain, he said, "You can't even make a simple cup of tea? Are you still angry? I wrote you those love letters you've always wanted. Now stop being dramatic." He flung the crumpled letters at my feet.

I'd often admire women carrying handwritten love letters, their smiles betraying a deep contentment. I confided in Blake, sharing my longing for such gestures, but he'd brush it off, his dismissive nature a stark contrast to the love I craved.

He lashed out, "I regret ever getting involved with someone as shallow as you. You contribute nothing, but laziness, spending your days vegging out on the couch, glued to TV. Do you even deserve any luxury?"

His hypocritical words cut deep. The same man who seduced me to stop working in the pack office with promises of a lifelong bond now branded me sluggish and loving luxury too much.

His true intentions were now obvious; I was merely a servant, not a mate. He couldn't give me even a heartfelt word or modest gift yet he gave Hailey a car, love letters, and jewelry.

After I came back from my run, I scrolled through Facebook and came across Hailey's video.

They had a candle light dinner as he read love poetry to her and they grinned as they stared into each other's eyes.

After she tore those love letters apart, he bought love poetry letters from a company that writes and delivers love poetry letters. He gave many to her and then gave only one to me.

I gazed at the love poetry letter in disgust and ripped it to shreds.

I glanced at him as I said in a firm voice, “I wouldn't settle for filthy, worn-out stuff, and I certainly won't settle for filthy, worn-out love.”