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My fated mate is allergic to me, only his childhood sweetheart can ease his rut.
To prove he loves me, every time he marks his little sweetheart, he whispers my name.
But one day, I accidentally clicked on the memory crystal he named "Eternal Bond".
I saw a video of his bonding ceremony with his childhood sweetheart from seven years ago.
I couldn't believe it, so I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, but was drugged with herbs that weaken werewolf powers.
In my weakened state, I heard Damien and the pack members mocking me shamelessly.
"Sera's more gullible than a lost lamb."
"I made her stay pure for eight years, I can make her live as a widow for life."
The wolves laughed at me for being an Omega who couldn't be marked.
One wolf was confused.
"Alpha, if you don't want Sera, why not just kick her out of the pack?"
Damien turned head and claimed his sweetheart’s lip in a searing kiss. His eyes are cold and sharp.
"If it wasn't for her, Lilith's brother wouldn't have died. I'm punishing her for life on Lilith's behalf."
Years of love were just his deliberate revenge.My heart was shattered to pieces, and I left for three years.
Three years later, I encountered Damien again.
His frame had gone gaunt, wolf-eyes dull as tarnished silver, looking as if he hadn't hunted in ages. He gripped my neck, baring his fangs, ready to bite.
"Sera, all those things that made you unhappy, I'll never do them again. Can we start over?"
His heart and eyes were filled with nothing but me.
But I glanced at the little wolf cub beside me and smiled with acceptance: "Damien Blackwood, I've long been marked by my Alpha."

My Destined Mate Marked His Childhood Sweetheart

Alpha, today is the anniversary of our little cub's death. Why haven't you..." Lilith's sobbing voice echoed from across the hunting grounds, suddenly cutting off when she saw me.


Her eyes narrowed as she grabbed my hair without warning. "Sera, why are you back?! Go die! Just die!"


My clothes lifted, revealing a patch of intimate marks on my calf—the unique silver patterns left by a werewolf's claim—suddenly exposed for all the wolves to see.


Damien froze for a moment, then gripped my ankle tightly in the next second, his voice seeping through clenched teeth.


"Seraphina Moon, to test if I still care about you, you actually had another wolf leave these fake marks on you."


He thought I was deliberately trying to make him jealous by faking werewolf marks all over my body.


I found it laughable, scoffing as I swatted his hand away.


Chapter 10