My Mate Regretted His Affair with My Sister when I Finally Dumped Him

Kathryn's Point of View

'My mate would do anything for the love of his life, for his eternal beloved. Tragically, I was never and would never be that she-wolf...'

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I was making my way back to the mansion when a heavy rain poured down, drenching me instantly. I tried hailing down a cab, but none of them stopped. Some even sped past on purpose, splashing me with dirty water from the road.

Life has taught me a harsh truth; if you're an Omega, you'll be treated like shit. Even my fated mate does. In fact, he was the one who had shown me just how cruel life could be.

Ashton Grey—the son of Alpha Philip and my fated mate—was the coldest and most heartless wolf I had ever known.

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He didn't see me as his mate.

To him, I was just a slave.

"Listen up," He barked, his tone as sharp as ever. "I want you to clean the entire villa tonight for my gathering tomorrow. Get my tuxedo and black leather shoes ready too. Lastly, help the other maids prepare the banquet. Got it?"

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And whenever I failed to meet his impossible standards, he never hesitated to curse at me or lash out.

"You're a fucking pain in my ass, Kathryn!" He yelled, slapping me across the face, the force of his hand sending a sharp sting through my cheek.

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We'd never had a proper mating ceremony, and he used that as an excuse to hide me or deny that I was his mate.

"I didn't know you were mated to an Omega, Ashton," One of his friends sneered, laughing.

Ashton pushed me away as if I disgusted him, then dumped the contents of his coffee cup onto my face. "Fuck that, Jake. This Omega isn't my mate—she's my maid!" He shouted, his eyes filled with icy contempt. "Stay away from me, and get that through your head!"

I nodded and silently stepped back.

—

For years, I endured his cruelty, clinging to the hope that things might change. My foolish heart still, somehow, found reasons to love him, and I didn't want our son, Bryan, to grow up in a broken family…

Bryan was conceived on a night I can never forget—a night that haunts me still.

Ashton came home half-naked and drunk, his mind clouded, his movements forceful as he dragged me to his bed. I had no choice but to submit, even as disgust filled me.

With each rough kiss, each push and pull, and each aggressive caress, he moaned a name that wasn't mine. "Tiana… Tiana Blesly." My sister.

Yes, my fated mate loves my sister, and their infidelity has never been hidden from me.

When he found out that encounter got me pregnant, Ashton did everything he could to make me abort the pup. But I was determined to keep it, no matter what he said.

When Bryan was born, it became painfully clear that Ashton had no intention of being a father.

He never showed a single ounce of care for our son—not on his first birthday, not when he got sick, and not when his condition worsened.

Not even on the day Bryan died.

It was at that moment that I realized… loving him, staying with him, was no longer worth the pain.

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By the time I reached the mansion, the rain had already stopped. I am here to gather Bryan's belongings.

Before I opened the front door, I paused, wiping away the last of my tears.

It didn't surprise me to find Ashton and Tiana in each other's arms, laughing and cuddling on the couch, completely unbothered by my presence.

The bastard's still unaware of his son's death.

Ashton looked up at me with irritation. "What are you staring at, Kathryn?"

Tiana tightened her hold around him, a smirk playing on her lips as she nestled closer. The sight made my stomach turn.

I forced a smirk, letting sarcasm drip from my voice. "This mansion has plenty of rooms. Surely you could find one for your make-out sessions."

Ashton shot to his feet, facing me with a scowl. "What the hell are you nagging about? I'm just tending to Tiana's battle injuries! Stop making a big deal out of nothing."

"I hope you don't mind Ashton doing this for me, sister," Tiana cooed, lips curled into a pout that only made her smugness more obvious.

I glanced at her, noticing the tiny scar on her arm—a scratch, something a simple bandage could handle. She could easily tend to it herself.

A bitter smirk tugged at my lips as memories came rushing back. I remembered the night I was attacked by a rogue, how life flashed before my eyes.

Desperately, I had tried to reach out to Ashton, mind-linking him repeatedly, only to be neglected and ignored.

My final attempt managed to connect, but before I could even plead for help, his furious voice cut through. "Stop bothering me, you Omega! Whatever you need from me isn't worth my time!"

I cried, "A rogue attacked me… I need your help—"

"Die if you must—I'll be happier if that's what happens!" He sneered, then blocked me from the link.

I shook off the grim memory and shifted my attention back to Ashton and Tiana, who were now lying on the couch again. This time, though, they weren't just cuddling—they were absurdly shameless, already making out.

I watched as Ashton aggressively kissed my sister's lips, his kisses trailing down her neck and then lower, to her chest. Tiana moaned as Ashton began unbuttoning her pack warrior uniform and unstrapping her bra, exposing her rounded breasts, which he immediately began to caress.

Maybe they can't even give me even the slightest respect, considering I'm his mate and her sister.

So maybe it's time for me to stop respecting them as well.

Disgusted and enraged, I grabbed the golden scissors from my pocket and threw them toward Tiana, narrowly missing her exposed chest.

I watched her shocked reaction as she clung to Ashton even more, whining like a child. "She's trying to harm me, Ashton!"

I shifted my glare to Ashton, making sure to keep my expression stoic. "Cut my damn hair—now."

In the Fire Heart Pack, this symbolic act signifies a desire to break the mating bond.