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When my private jet landed after a grueling three-day border inspection, I tried calling everyone. No one answered. I didn't think much of it. I was just exhausted. But on the drive back to my estate, I casually opened the Silver Moon Pack's private social network. A live stream from a popular Pack influencer caught my eye. When the camera panned across a familiar riverfront terrace, my breath hitched. It was my terrace. In the center of the screen, my fated mate, Caleb, was down on one knee, holding a velvet ring box. Standing opposite him was a female wearing the custom haute couture white gown I had just paid for last week. It was my younger sister, Vivian. I zoomed in on the screen. My parents were sitting in the corner, wiping away tears of joy, looking as if they were witnessing the greatest miracle in the world. My Gamma-my supposed best friend, Fiona-ran up and handed Vivian a bouquet of glowing white Moonflowers, the sacred blooms meant only for a Luna's mating ceremony. Comments flooded the live feed: "What a romantic couple!" "Finally, this day has come!" Fiona was standing close to the camera, so the audio picked up her voice perfectly. Then, I heard my mother laughing warmly. "Yes," my mother said to the camera, wiping a tear. "It's been three years of hiding. Despite some minor bumps, they are finally getting the happiness they deserve." Three years. The betrayal of a fated mate is supposed to shatter a female's soul. I felt my inner White Wolf roar in pure, agonizing pain, tearing at the mate bond we shared. The nausea and betrayal twisted in my chest like a rusty blade. I closed my eyes, forcing the boiling lava in my veins to cool into solid ice. "Driver," I said, my voice eerily calm. "Turn around. Head to the Pack's chief law firm." Since they loved broadcasting their stolen happiness so much, I would use tonight's anniversary dinner to host a live broadcast of my own, letting all fifty thousand wolves of the Pack witness me tear the traitors apart and take back my throne.
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The White Wolf's Revenge: Rejecting My Cheating Mate Chapter 1
When my private jet landed after a grueling three-day border inspection, I tried calling everyone.
No one answered.
I didn't think much of it. I was just exhausted. But on the drive back to my estate, I casually opened the Silver Moon Pack's private social network.
A live stream from a popular Pack influencer caught my eye. When the camera panned across a familiar riverfront terrace, my breath hitched.
It was my terrace.
In the center of the screen, my fated mate, Caleb, was down on one knee, holding a velvet ring box.
Standing opposite him was a female wearing the custom haute couture white gown I had just paid for last week.
It was my younger sister, Vivian.
I zoomed in on the screen. My parents were sitting in the corner, wiping away tears of joy, looking as if they were witnessing the greatest miracle in the world.
My Gamma-my supposed best friend, Fiona-ran up and handed Vivian a bouquet of glowing white Moonflowers, the sacred blooms meant only for a Luna's mating ceremony.
Comments flooded the live feed: "What a romantic couple!" "Finally, this day has come!"
Fiona was standing close to the camera, so the audio picked up her voice perfectly. Then, I heard my mother laughing warmly.
"Yes," my mother said to the camera, wiping a tear. "It's been three years of hiding. Despite some minor bumps, they are finally getting the happiness they deserve."
Three years.
The betrayal of a fated mate is supposed to shatter a female's soul. I felt my inner White Wolf roar in pure, agonizing pain, tearing at the mate bond we shared. The nausea and betrayal twisted in my chest like a rusty blade.
I closed my eyes, forcing the boiling lava in my veins to cool into solid ice.
"Driver," I said, my voice eerily calm. "Turn around. Head to the Pack's chief law firm."
Since they loved broadcasting their stolen happiness so much, I would use tonight's anniversary dinner to host a live broadcast of my own, letting all fifty thousand wolves of the Pack witness me tear the traitors apart and take back my throne.
Chapter 1
Selene POV:
An hour later, I sat in the luxurious office of the chief legal counsel.
"Alpha Selene," the old lawyer advised, his voice trembling, "stripping a mate of his proxy rights without a formal rejection ritual will cause severe physical backlash to your body. The soul bond will torture you. Furthermore, if you freeze his assets so abruptly, the Elder Council will definitely intervene and investigate."
I sat on the leather sofa and took a sip of my cold black coffee.
The bitter taste slid down my throat, barely suppressing the violent nausea churning in my stomach.
"Then let them investigate."
I drafted the execution decree with cold, clear precision, keeping the trigger strictly in my own hands. At my command, Caleb's Beta proxy rights would be instantly stripped, and all corporate black cards in his name would be frozen simultaneously. In addition, I pre-signed the legal petition to repossess the luxury mansion I had gifted to Vivian, sealing all the documents in a vault, waiting for the moment to spring the trap.
When I walked out of the law firm, the night wind, mixed with a freezing drizzle, hit my face. It was very cold.
Three hours ago, I was still on my private jet, joyfully planning our fourth mating anniversary.
I had even booked his favorite Michelin-starred restaurant half a month in advance and pushed back a ten-million-dollar territory negotiation, all just to rush back early to see him.
Yet, right under my nose, he had proposed to my own younger sister.
And my parents, my Gamma-my supposed best friend-were all there to witness it, cheering and crying tears of joy for them.
A voice suddenly echoed in my mind.
"Selene, did you land? I just finished a grueling strategic meeting. I really couldn't find the time to pick you up."
"I ordered your favorite premium venison stew. Come home early."
It was Caleb. He was communicating through the Mind-Link shared by our kind, his mental voice full of sickening, fake affection.
I took out my phone and dialed his number.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm having a couple of drinks with the brothers from the border patrol," Caleb lied without batting an eye. "Celebrating a smooth patrol."
Through my enhanced werewolf hearing, I caught the crisp clinking of crystal glasses in the background, along with a few muffled cheers.
Then, I heard my mother's voice. It was faint, but unmistakable: "This wild game meat is so fresh."
"It sounds very lively over there," I said, my tone completely flat.
Caleb let out a soft chuckle.
"The patrol squad is having a late-night supper. Everyone is making a fuss about celebrating our successful border defense."
"Get some rest early, my Luna. I'll head back to keep you company as soon as I settle the bill."
His lie was flawless. Not even the rhythm of his breathing faltered for a second.
I hung up the phone and called a private car to take me home.
When I pushed open the door to my penthouse, it was pitch black inside.
On the entryway console table sat the takeout container of venison stew. It was completely cold, a thick layer of grease congealing on the surface.
This was Caleb's habit.
Whenever he felt guilty, or whenever he did something to betray me, he would order takeout from this exact place.
I stared at the stew, didn't touch it, and walked straight to the master bedroom.
Just as I stepped out of the shower, I heard the front door open.
It was accompanied by deliberately lowered voices.
"Caleb, go check if Selene is asleep. You know she's a light sleeper."
It was my mother, Martha. Her scent leaked into the hallway, radiating a cautious sense of complicity.
"Mom, you and Dad should head back and get some rest too. You've worked hard today."
Caleb's tone was incredibly gentle, perfectly playing the role of the flawless son-in-law.
"It's no trouble at all. As long as our Vivian is happy, your father and I are willing to do anything."
Next came Vivian's sickeningly sweet, fragile voice.
"If my sister is awake, you must absolutely not mention what happened today. I'm so afraid my sister won't be able to handle it."
"Be good. Don't worry."
Caleb coaxed her softly.
I stood dead still behind the bedroom door, listening to this heartwarming family drama separated only by a single wall.
The doorknob turned. Caleb walked in with light footsteps.
Through the dim light bleeding in from the hallway, I saw that his well-tailored suit jacket still had a few pieces of glitter confetti clinging to it.
It was the exact type of confetti used for grand, romantic proposals.
He walked over to the bed and leaned over. He smelled of champagne, the gunpowder of celebration fireworks, and an unfamiliar, sickeningly sweet perfume.
It was the custom Jo Malone perfume I had bought for Vivian just last week.
"Selene, are you asleep?" he whispered.
I kept my eyes closed and said nothing.
I heard him let out a faint sigh of relief, then he turned and entered the bathroom.
Half an hour later, he walked out after washing up, lifted the duvet, and lay down beside me.
Out of habit, he reached out, wanting to pull me into his arms.
My inner White Wolf snarled viciously in my chest. His tainted touch triggered an extreme physical revulsion in me, making my skin crawl with goosebumps.
I turned slightly onto my side, dodging his embrace.
"What's wrong? Are you mad that I didn't pick you up?"
He pressed closer from behind, his voice laced with a sickeningly fawning tone.
"I was just so incredibly busy today. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. I'll take you to buy that limited-edition bag you've been looking at for a long time, okay?"
I opened my eyes, staring at the shadows cast by the streetlights through the window.
"There's no need, I'm just tired," I said flatly. "The pre-shift fatigue is hitting me hard. Don't touch me tonight."
Caleb's hand froze in mid-air and dropped awkwardly, a flash of relief quickly crossing his eyes. In truth, he didn't want to touch me at all; he was just putting on an act.
"Alright, whatever you say, my Luna," he coaxed softly. "Get some good rest."
I turned my back to him, staring into the endless darkness. The good show had only just begun.
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