CRAVING MY REJECTED MATE

YVONNE –

"I need you to moan my name as I'm punishing you, or else I won't forgive you. Moan, baby, moan my name."

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My fists pounced on the punching bag for the hundredth times. Sweat coated my forehead, dripping down my neck, and my heart was raced faster due to the constant depletion of my strength.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea engulf me, and I sat on the floor.

"What could this be?" I wondered. "It's still morning and I don't feel ill. So why am I nauseated?" I mumbled.

Just then I felt something forcing its way up my throat to my mouth and I ran near the woods and threw up.

I was so tired, but the anger within me forbade me from stopping the training. Conan, my alpha-mate of one year has suddenly changed. He doesn't look at me the way he used to. Instead, his admiration gaze has turned to someone else—Sophia.

Sophia is the Princess of the Darkmoon Pack, a powerful werewolf pack that shares a border with my pack, the Moonstone Pack.

Everything was all about her now. He barely spent time with me anymore; it was as if Sophia was his Luna and not me. I felt like a third wheel in my marriage. I felt so pathetic; hence, I mostly spent my time here because it was my comfort zone.

All this was because I hadn't given him an heir, which was not even my fault. We had taken different lab tests, and the results always said nothing was wrong with me.

I approached the bag and started to punch it again, a long, harsh breath dragging from between my lips. I was so exhausted that I couldn't continue.

Finally stepping away from the punching bag, I sighed, glancing at the pack members training around me. I had been coming here more often than I used to.

"It's time to go home," I mumbled inwardly. I walked towards the exit, nodding at the pack members who greeted me.

On my way home, an unfamiliar pain invaded my chest. I hadn't felt this sudden pain before, or could it be that? It was as if something terrible was about to happen.

I continued walking, staggering forward, until I stood in front of our house. The pain wasn’t alleviating; if anything, it was becoming worse.

I pushed the door open and was about to head to our room; however, harsh breathing was one of the first things I heard coming from our room, followed by moans and the sound of the bed creaking.

My heart raced faster, and my throat suddenly felt dry.

“Yes, Conan… like that, f*ck me like that."

I gulped hard and tried not to believe what I just heard. As I approached the door to yank it open, goosebumps ran down my spine at the sounds coming out of the room.

"Could it be that Conan brought a woman into our house, and is having sex with her in our bed?" I wondered.

"I need you to moan my name as I'm punishing you, or else I won't forgive you. Moan, baby, moan my name," Conan said softly to her.

Upon hearing that, my body began to shiver, this was coming from my mate! The sound of their flesh slapping against each other as they thrust made me more agitated.

I decided to grab the doorknob weakly, my hand shaking out of heartbreak, and my pulse began racing faster than I had ever experienced.

As I pulled the door open, I was startled by what I saw. The scene was what my mind told me—my mate was having sex with Sophia in our bed!