Claimed By The Lycan King After The Worst Betrayal

I’m suffering from postpartum depression, and my mate is cheating on me with my therapist. This is the most disgusting betrayal in the world!

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"You’re too anxious.” My therapist, Ivy, suggested. “You need to learn to let go of family responsibilities. Why don’t you take a weekend trip to relax.”

"A weekend trip?! But my baby’s nanny is on leave this weekend.I need to take care of her. "

"Uhmm...I can take care of your child," she said.

“Are you sure?!” I asked in surprise.

“Yeah, Yeah.”

A year ago, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. My mate, Blake, the Alpha of the Shadowbite pack, found me a kind and beautiful therapist, Ivy.

Following Ivy’s advice, I took a solo two-day trip to clear my head. But when I returned, I was horrified to find a large bump on my baby’s forehead.

I checked the security footage, and what I saw left me speechless:

While my baby was left outside the room, playing alone, Ivy and Blake were inside for an hour.

She looked satisfied, and two buttons on her shirt were also missing.

The two-day hot spring trip wasn’t enjoyable at all. I was constantly worried about my daughter.

So, the evening I returned, I straightaway rushed to my daughter’s room and scooped her up from the cradle.

“Oh, my sweetheart, I missed you so much. Did you miss Mommy?” I kissed her forehead gently.

But she started crying loudly. Alarmed, I turned on the light, only to discover a large bruise on her forehead.

“Blake!” I called my husband while rushing to the living room, where he was playing a game. He glanced at me over his shoulder.

“What happened to her forehead?”I asked.

“Oh, she bumped it. Relax, It’s nothing serious. Kids get bumps and bruises all the time,” he said nonchalantly.

“This big bruise?”I suppressed my anger, cradling my daughter and softly stroking her forehead. “This is your idea of ‘nothing serious’? She’s only one year old, Blake!”

“You’re overreacting.”He put down his glass of whiskey.“Don’t forget, I broke my leg when I was three. She has my Alpha blood—she’s strong. This little bump is nothing.”

“Strong?”My voice trembled.“She’s a preemie, Blake! Her body is fragile, and she has colic!”

“I’m not dismissing your concern,”he replied, frowning“I honestly don’t know what happened. Ivy and I were taking care of her the whole time. Maybe she bumped into something.”

Ivy was my therapist, hired by Blake months ago at a high salary to treat my postpartum depression. This trip had also been her idea.

“I’m calling Ivy to find out what happened,”I said, grabbing my phone.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t disturb her ,”Blake replied hesitantly.“Ivy has done so much for you. Calling her now might make her feel like you’re blaming her for not taking care of Ava properly.”

“But Ava is hurt!”I said, clutching my daughter tightly as my anger boiled to the surface.

“Nina, listen to me. It’s late. Tomorrow, we can take Ava