Rejected Mate's Vengeance

A surge of anger rushed through me, hot and uncontrollable. I couldn’t stop myself from gripping Kinley’s wrist tightly, the force so strong I could almost hear the bones grinding.

"Ah! Sean! You’re hurting me!" Kinley cried out, her voice sharp with pain.

She tried to pull her hand free, her claws extending and scratching deep lines into my arm. I forced myself to relax, letting go of her wrist, but my gaze immediately dropped to her swollen abdomen.

The size of it… she was at least seven or eight months along.

A cold chill crawled up my spine, freezing me in place.

Memories flooded my mind, sharp and unrelenting.

Six months ago.

When I had returned to the pack house.

Kinley had been eating like a starving wolf back then, her appetite insatiable. Her body had grown fuller, rounder.

I had been concerned, gently scolding her, "Kinley, overeating isn’t healthy. You need to take care of yourself."

She had looked up at me, a piece of steak stuffed in her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

"Luna," she had said, her voice dripping with a strange, sickening sweetness, "it’s fashionable to be curvy these days. Besides, eating well is a blessing!"

I had been about to press further when Sean appeared, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Isabel," he had said, his Alpha tone light but firm, "Kinley’s mark ceremony is in two months. Stop treating her like a pup."

And just like that, the moment had passed. I had laughed it off, not thinking much of it.

But now, as I looked back, the pieces fell into place with brutal clarity.

Sean had been there that day. He had been there, casually pushing a plate of roasted meat toward Kinley.

She had been pregnant even then.

And I, the fool, had been lost in the illusion of a perfect mate bond, blind to the betrayal unfolding right in front of me.

The weight of it crushed me, the reality of their deception settling like a stone in my stomach.

I had been living a lie, while they… they had been building a life together behind my back.