Marked Every She-wolf But Me Novel – For seven years after we sealed our mate bond, my Alpha mate, Zachary, slept with almost every she-wolf in the pack. I pretended not to see any of it, routinely going to my prenatal checkups with my nine-month belly. It wasn’t until I was on my way to one of those appointments that his new mistress struck me with her car.
I was bleeding heavily, and I begged him to take me to the pack hospital. Zachary stared at me, his face etched with disgust. “Julia, cut the drama. Don’t think for a second that your tears will make me care about you. Even if you dropped dead right here in front of me, I wouldn’t spare you a second glance!” With that, he and his new pet drove away, leaving me there. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the pup inside me had already suffocated to death.
Even my grandmother, triggered by the trauma, suffered a fatal heart attack. When I finally woke up, my face was blank as I looked at the Old Alpha. “Let me go,” I said blankly. “I’ve paid my debt to the Darkhawl Pack with my life.” … As I spoke, my phone continued to buzz with incoming messages. Dozens of them. They were all photos of Zachary and his new flame, Ivy Robinson.
While I was on the brink of death from a complicated miscarriage, the two of them were in a frenzy of passion until dawn in a five-star hotel. Ivy, her body covered in bruised love bites, leaned against Zachary, her smile full of brazen provocation. The Old Alpha, unaware of the full horror, tried one last time. He pulled out a share transfer agreement and placed it in front of me. “Julia, give Zachary one more chance.
As long as I am here, no one can shake your position as the Darkhawl Pack Luna.” I didn’t answer. I simply tapped open a video that Ivy had sent me. The sounds of their passionate entanglement immediately filled the hospital room. Ivy could be heard panting, “Alpha, you just left Julia on the street, doesn’t that make you feel anything?” Zachary was nibbling on Ivy’s neck, his eyes hazy.
“Why should it? You’re the one mate I’m destined to be with. Even if Julia gave birth to a hundred pups, she wouldn’t be worthy to compare to you.” The disgusting sounds made the Old Alpha tremble with rage. After a deep, long sigh, he finally chose to concede. “The Darkhawl Pack wronged you. I’ll handle the annulment of your bond. I promise you’ll have your freedom in seven days.
As for the arrangements for your grandmother and the pup…” Just then, a nurse brought the infant over. It was as if fate itself couldn’t bear to watch me languish any longer in this mate bond; the pup was stillborn. I turned my head away, struggling to keep my emotions in check. “The pup will be buried in the Darkhawl Pack cemetery,” I said quietly. “I’ll take my grandmother’s ashes with me.” The Old Alpha nodded, his face stricken with pain. “This is my fault.
I shouldn’t have forced you to stay in the Darkhawl Pack. Go, Julia, go. You deserve a better, wider world.” With that, he bent his body, cradled the dead infant, and left the room. The tears I had been desperately fighting finally broke free and streamed down my face. A bitter tide of anguish washed over me. My mate bond with Zachary had been orchestrated entirely by the Old Alpha. He needed someone to keep an eye on Zachary. I needed someone to cover my grandmother’s exorbitant medical bills.
We quickly reached an agreement. I quit my job and sealed the mate bond with Zachary. After the marriage, I learned about Zachary’s tragic past of how he had lost both his parents at a young age. I even witnessed him cry out for his mother during his nightmares. For a moment, our two broken souls found a connection. I wanted to heal Zachary’s heart. I wanted to build a happy family with him. To be the perfect mate, I painstakingly practiced cooking, striving to recreate the taste of his mother’s food he often mentioned.
I traveled everywhere to gradually restore the small log cabin from his memories. I even learned every trick in the book to satisfy his needs in bed. I truly believed we would have a happy future. Yet, on our anniversary, he boldly took my best friend to a hotel. I ran to him, crazed with fury, and confronted him. Zachary sneered, then flung the contract between me and his grandfather right into my face. “Julia, what do you think you are? Did playing house for two days really make you believe you were the Darkhawl Pack Luna?” “You’re just a dog my grandfather bought.
What right do you have to question me? If you dare to upset me, I’ll immediately cut off your grandmother’s treatment!” I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t utter a single word. After that, Zachary’s behavior escalated. When he grew tired of models and celebrities, he started targeting my friends, constantly pushing the boundaries of my tolerance. On one side was my grandmother, who needed treatment funds. On the other was a mate bo