The Alpha Betrayed His Fated Mate For Her Rival

To placate Kathryn, the spirited Delta warrior of the Silver Fang Pack, who was throwing her hundredth dramatic fit, Alpha Eric Jimenez asked me to step down from my role as his mate.

“She’s just young and a bit clueless. Could you do me a favor?” he pleaded, his alpha tone softening just enough to make it sound like a request rather than a command. “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my fated mate.”

I clutched the edge of the ceremonial robe, the fabric heavy with the weight of tradition and betrayal. After a moment of hesitation, I gave a silent nod. As I returned to the private chamber, I overheard him jesting with his Beta and Gamma.

“Savanna’s just like a loyal Omega; she wouldn’t dare to oppose me,” Eric said, his voice dripping with smug confidence.

“Are you really letting Kathryn take center stage at the mate bonding ceremony? I bet you could tell her to give up her place on the mate bond, and she’d go along with it,” his Beta teased.

Eric laughed, the sound echoing through the hall. “Definitely, want to wager on it?”

He bet with his Beta that after the ceremony, he’d mark Kathryn as his mate, and even if I were shattered, I’d quietly comply. I stood there for a while, my wolf whining softly in the back of my mind, then turned to leave without a word.

Outside the ceremonial hall, I glanced at the text message that had just arrived:

[Sis, let’s ditch this ceremony, okay?]

I replied: [Okay!]

As soon as I sent the message, the phone rang from the other end. Thankfully, I had it on silent mode, avoiding any interruption in the room where Eric was video-calling his Beta and Gamma, still poking fun at me.

“If she can’t handle this, how can she be the Luna of the Silver Fang Pack?” he joked. “She can’t leave me. I’ll just get her a few trinkets to win her back.”

“If Savanna’s really that easy to handle, I’ll give you my new sports car as a gift!” his Gamma chimed in.

“Deal!” Eric laughed.

Amid their laughter, I retreated to the private chamber, locking the door behind me. Finally, the tears fell, no longer under my control. After five years as Eric’s fated mate, he fell for Kathryn, a Delta warrior with fire in her eyes and ambition in her heart. He bought her houses, cars, and even got her a promotion within the pack, yet she always looked down on it.

“You can’t buy me,” she said with disdain, her voice carrying the arrogance of someone who knew her worth.

Whenever she felt wronged, she pulled the same act of leaving and having him chase after her, and Eric found joy in it. The last time, to please Kathryn, he burned my paintings set for a competition, compensating me with jewelry she had rejected.

Another time, because Kathryn claimed I slighted her, he threw me out into the