MY Mates Father Wants Me

ELENA PETERS

-Now, do you believe me?-

The message written under those scandalous photos set my heart ablaze.

I took another sip of my whiskey, and the burning sensation in my throat strung up more tears to my eyes.

Was it the whiskey or was it my bleeding heart?

"Fill up my glass," I slurred, pushing my empty glass forward.

"Yes, Ma'am." The bartender bowed.

Again, I was staring at the photos. Photos of my mate in briefs with my half-sister in panties, having fun in one of the five-star hotels here in our Pack.

A few months ago, I got an anonymous message that my mate was cheating on me. It was the most ridiculous shit I've ever heard. And I immediately dismissed it as some unrealistic scam.

Why not? Trent loves me to bits. He's been my mate for three years now, and he's been the most romantic and the perfect gentleman to me.

So why would he cheat? And even if he was cheating, I'd feel it, right? Because of the mate bond. But I wasn't feeling anything.

I got so upset that I lashed out at the anonymous sender, warning whoever it was never to contact me again.

And then today, today...today was our third anniversary. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. We've just finished having dinner with my family and his family.

We were supposed to commemorate the night with passionate sex. But then he said he had somewhere urgent to be. And goddess, I trust him so much that I didn't doubt that place must be fucking important for him to sweetly ditch me on our anniversary night.

But then I got another text from Mr. Anonymous. And the text came with photos. A raw, heart-wrenching evidence of my mate's cruel infidelity. And with my half-sister!!!

Out of all the girls in the Pack, why did it have to be with Tracy, the only sister I've got? The one person I loved the most, right after Trent.

Why her, and why him? Why did I have to be betrayed so badly by the people I loved the most? What did I do to deserve this?

Again, I reread the text. With my vision pathetically balled with tears. Each word made my heart cave in.

-Now, do you believe me?-

I hated how smug that message sounded. But yeah, of course, I do. I don't have any other choice but to believe him. Thank you so much for crushing my heart so badly!

"Elena," A deep, gruffy voice startled me from behind. Veiny hands snatched the whiskey glass right out of my grip. A sweetly intoxicating scent mesmerizingly swept into my nostrils, driving my heartbeat wild.

I dared to glance at him, and I was completely smitten all over again. How could I not be when he looked extra sexy tonight? And he was 40, goddess! Was it normal to look this fucking sexy at 40?

Hate to admit it, but I stared at him a lot at dinner earlier. A black tuxedo has never given anyone as much sex appeal as it gave him. His wavy black hair, sleekly swept to the back, enchanted his ruggedly handsome face and sharp jawline. His full brows were such a highlight, and his lips had never been so appealing.

And then that edgy confidence around him. He was laid-back, but there was a contrasting, intimidating aura that he carried that flutters a million female hearts and makes him steal the fucking attention when he walks into any room.