I never thought this was a moment I would have to witness, my fiance, the absolute love of my life, cheating on me with one of my best friends.
"That was incredible, as always," Haley said with a seductive tone "No man has ever made me come as you do,"
Derek responded with a low growl "You're making me want to make love to you again..."
My hands shook through my anger. It seemed as though they both knew I was standing outside the door, and just needed to brag about their sexual exploits I hadn't known about.
"So when are you going to tell Alyssa about us?" Haley asked.
"Soon," Derek replied "Once the wedding is official, Alyssa and I can begin the process of making a child, once my heir is born then Alyssa will have fulfilled her use to me," he paused "You and I can raise the child as our own, our own little family."
"The very idea of you having to make a child with Alyssa makes me so…" she paused. "Jealous." 
As a human, I was told that the mate relationship among werewolves is considered divine and undeniable. Believing in this, I uprooted my human life to reside in the world of werewolves with my so-called fated mate. However, my expectations were shattered when I discovered that all of this was merely a deception, and that I was nothing more than a tool for childbirth.
One thing was clear to me - I wasn't going to let Derek and Haley get away with this deceit.

Seduced by the Alpha King

　　Pulling my car to the curb of the sidewalk, I made sure to keep a fair distance from Derek and Harmony's car to prevent any suspicion. I eased my way forward, not parking directly in front of the Dark Heart Packs house front gate to be sure.


　　My eyes were firmly fixed on the pair, watching eagle eyed as they left their car and entered into the home. Both were laughing, seemingly merry on either too much wine or the twisted joys of Derek's foul play.


　　My chest felt tight as I realised I was drawing in heavy breaths. As my anger increased, my blood boiled in my veins and my grasp tightened on the leather steering wheel.


　　'What now?' Clayton asked, and I could tell by his words he was feeling the same fury burn inside him as I had 'Please say I get to rip his throat out,'


　　'In time,' I said, internally battling myself between how I would confront Derek Charlton. Would I go in all guns blazing? Or try to have a calm talk about his bad choices at the ball.


CHAPTER 52 Confronting Derek