Mate of War, Queen of Fury Chapter 1
After I was hospitalized, visitors came one after another—family, friends, and pack members all showed up.
But as my mate, my future Alpha mate, Ryder, he only called once:
“…Kendra’s crying terribly. I just can’t leave right now. Take care of yourself, okay? I have to go, she refuses to eat unless I feed her. I have no choice.”
How ironic.
We’ve been mated for ten years, yet in his eyes, my life matters less than his omega niece’s meal.
It was him who first sensed our mate connection and pursued me relentlessly, like a man possessed. He was always around, day and night, asking me to be his Luna.
I liked the burgers from that place on the other side of town, and every time, he’d brave the rain and wind to stand in line for me.
My combat skills were poor, I always held the pack back in battle, but he never gave up on me. He patiently trained me, building my strength and wildness, saying he’d make me the strongest she-wolf warrior of the pack.
It was him who confessed under the moonlight: “I want you to be my one and only Luna, to walk this life with me.”
But now, it was him again, time after time, dropping me without hesitation for Kendra.
The wounds on my body were still bleeding, and even the pack’s healing abilities couldn’t mask the burning pain. This pain reminded me: an Alpha who no longer loves me should have been let go long ago.
I wiped the tears from my eyes, deleted every trace of him from my social media, and then sent messages to all my friends and family:
[The mating ceremony scheduled in a month has been canceled. Please do not attend.]
No need to witness my humiliation anymore.
Twenty-five days later, I discharged myself and called a cab back to the pack house alone.
But as soon as I stepped into the familiar woods, my wolf began to growl lowly.
In the distance, I saw the rose garden I had planted with my own hands being uprooted—where the blood-red roses, my favorite flowers, once bloomed, now stood an entire field of bright yellow daffodils.
Those flowers were Kendra’s favorite.
My treehouse was gone, replaced by a huge sign:
“Kendra and Ryder’s Love Shack”
Below it, two hand-drawn heads kissed each other, a mocking and glaring sight.
I didn’t need to ask to know—it was Kendra’s idea. She always claimed her territory in such ways, and Ryder always indulged her.
He never even bothered to ask my opinion.
I stood there, staring at the sign that humiliated my memories, and let out a bitter laugh.
I walked up to the door, typing Kendra’s birthday into the digital lock.
Beep—the door opened.
I stepped inside the pack house, and the air was thick with the cloying scent of perfume, Kendra’s scent lingering like a taunt.
Five days from now, I’d leave this pack with my mentor. I had to pack my bags, taking what little dignity I had left.
I picked up my suitcase and started upstairs, but when I pushed open the bedroom door, I was greeted with—
Two figures tangled together on the bed.
Ryder was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants, his lips bruised with bite marks, and his chest marked with scratches that hadn’t even dried.
Kendra, clad in a thin, nearly transparent nightgown, clung to him like a vine, her body wrapped around his. On the floor lay a black lace thong.
I thought I was prepared.
But still, the blood rushed to my head in an instant, and my wolf couldn’t control its furious howl.
My wolf clawed at my consciousness, yearning to break free, to tear them apart, to rip these traitors into pieces.
I stood at the door, trembling, my rage burning through my entire body.
Our mate bond, at that moment, felt like a dull knife being sliced through inch by inch, the pain suffocating me.
I took a deep breath, cold as ice, and said with biting clarity:
“Ryder, get off my bed.”
