But his eyes darkened as they focused on Mabel’s exposed skin, his body contradicting his words.
Mabel pushed herself against him. “You’ve been so busy with her these past days. Both your son and I have missed you.”
Dylan’s restraint was finally broken. One hand roughly examined Mabel’s body, while the other pushed her legs apart. Mabel’s breathless gasps echoed throughout the room.
My heart felt like it had been violently torn in two, and the pain was unbearable.
The man who had sworn he loved only me and promised to cherish me alone for the rest of our lives was now with another woman in my own bed, believing I was sleeping beside them.
Dylan had left by the time the sleeping herbs had worn off and I had fully awoken. Instead, Mabel stood at the foot of my bed, her face filled with resentment.
Her expression showed no respect as she looked down at me with contempt.
“You saw everything that happened earlier, didn’t you?” she was joking. “Dylan loves me, not you. We already have a three-year-old son together. He promised our boy would be his heir.”
I clenched my fists, trembling, and asked, “How long have you two been together?”
Mabel raised four fingers, her face smug with triumph.
“Four years,” she bragged. “He met me at a pack gathering four years ago and fell for me instantly. The very first night, he couldn’t get enough of me.”
She proceeded. “Afterward, he felt guilty about betraying you, which is why he transferred all his assets to your name. Those belongings were meant for me and our son. You stole what was rightfully ours.”
I bit my lip hard, resisting the urge to attack her where she was standing.
Mabel became even more confident after seeing my restraint.
“Do you actually believe he loves you?” she sneered. “Every night after you fall asleep, he comes to me. Even when I was pregnant, he wouldn’t leave me alone. Let me tell you something: that day of the rogue wolf attack, he wasn’t patrolling the border as he claimed; he went into rogue territory to save me and our son.
She smiled smugly. “When you were apprehended by those rogues, he was escorting us back to safety. Dylan was in bed with me as you were beaten and lost your baby. He can’t live without me anymore. If you’re smart, you should end the mate bond right away.”
Her words reminded me of that terrible day, when Dylan was captured by rogue wolves while patrolling the border.
Without hesitation, I rushed to the border to protect him, but when I arrived in rogue territory, he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was surrounded by a pack of rogues, severely injured, and had lost my baby. I almost died.
My wolf form had gone into healing hibernation due to the injuries, and I desperately called Dylan for help, calling him over a dozen times with no answer, until his phone was completely turned off.
