Book 3 Marked by My Alpha, Sacrificed for His Mistress
–“I thought he loved me… until I heard him say, ‘Once the fire starts, we can replace that container.”
That night, the fires atop Firefang Mountain burned brighter than ever, casting shadows like claws over the altar.
I was kneeling at the foot of the Moonstone, trying to calm my pounding heart.
The chants of our pack echoed across the cliffs when Alpha Emery, our Alpha and leader, stepped forward through the flames, dressed in a crimson ceremonial cloak.
He walked straight to me and knelt–yes, the almighty Alpha Emery knelt before me.
“Omega Caroline” he said softly. “Will you become my Oathmate?”
I was frozen. “I… I’m not worthy.”
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He smiled, lifting a silver chain. “You’re the one I chose. That’s all that matters.”
The moment the chain touched the back of my neck, I felt its warmth seep into my skin. All around us, murmurs erupted.
“She’s a low–tier Omega.”
“She failed her Awakening ceremony, didn’t she?”
“She has no bloodline, no family…”
Alpha Emery didn’t flinch. He gently tucked my hair behind my ear, then took a slice of roasted deer heart–the ritual meat–and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and swallowed without protest.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, “and no one dares question that.”
After the ceremony, I was moved into the eastern wing of the Alpha’s quarters.
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I thought it was an honor, a sign of his affection. Maybe… just maybe, he truly cared for me.
He would personally bring me calming tea each night.
“I added moon petals. Helps you sleep better.”
Sometimes, I’d wake up and feel fingers brushing my neck. Once, I caught him.
“You startled me…” I whispered.
Alpha Emery chuckled, warm and gentle. “Just checking your scent glands. You’re so delicate. I worry.”
Luna and Liam were brought to me on the third day. Two little wolf pups with golden eyes and snowy hair.
“They’re not mine, I’d told Alpha Emery the first time.
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Book 3 Marked by My Alpha, Sacrificed for His Mistress
My Alpha was the one who started the fire- he lit it with his own hands, ready to burn his own children alive, just so his little mistress Beta Sasha could become Luna without a hitch.
I ran into the flames, carrying two
unconscious pups on my back, and jumped from the fifth floor. My palms were scorched, skin torn, flesh charred.
I thought saving his “future heirs” with my own life might earn me a word of gratitude.
But when I woke up, the tribe’s medic looked at me coldly and said, “The Alpha is with Beta Sasha. She was… frightened.”
That was the moment I finally understood-
That was the moment I finally understood- I wasn’t his fated mate, not their mother, not even part of the pack.
I was just a vessel on their path to power. A body–if it didn’t burn, it could still be used.
