Rejected Mate's Vengeance Rising

The night I was awarded Best Actress, the grand screen at the ceremony mercilessly displayed my private photos. In an instant, I went from a celebrated actress to a pariah, hounded by the media. Even my family, the Lynch Pack, was threatened. Those photos, however, were taken by my own mate, Osiris Johnson.

Determined to confront him, I headed to an exclusive club frequented by high-ranking werewolves. Before I could reach him, I overheard his conversation with his friends at the entrance.

"Hey, Osiris," one of them sneered, "your mate’s photos are driving us crazy. How about bringing her over for a good time tonight?"

Osiris chuckled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Sure, for five hundred bucks a night. That’s all she’s worth now."

"Five hundred?" another laughed. "That wouldn’t even buy Noelle a bouquet of wolfsbane."

"She dared to stand in Noelle’s way," Osiris said coldly. "Anyone who upsets Noelle has to pay the price. Do as you please with her; I’ve got plenty of ways to keep her under control."

His words sent a chill through me, freezing me in place. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, a low growl of pain and betrayal.

“It’s all about her talent, right?” someone mocked, ogling the pictures. "Amiri winning Best Actress must’ve been the result of some backroom deal with Osiris. Who’d have thought she’s such a vixen in private?"

Osiris sneered, his voice sharp and cruel. "She’s just a shallow she-wolf who thought she could rise to fame by clinging to me. No wonder the internet is tearing her apart. She brought it on herself by being rude to Noelle."

My body shook with anger, but the threats to my family and the overwhelming hatred online forced me to stay silent. My wolf’s growl turned into a whimper, retreating into the depths of my mind.

Memories of my first meeting with Osiris flashed before me. It was backstage at a film award ceremony. He claimed to admire my acting and expressed his desire to sign me to his pack’s production company.

Soon after, he pursued me relentlessly, and I was swayed by his apparent sincerity, accepting his confession and signing with his company. I wanted to advance my career through hard work, so we agreed to keep our relationship private for now.

But rumors began to circulate, accusing me of getting close to him for fame. He reassured me, promising to handle everything and protect me from any harm.

Within days, he publicly announced our mate bond online, visiting me on set and lavishly expressing his affection, showcasing his admiration to the world. The gossip about me disappeared as our sweet romance dominated the headlines.

I was hopelessly captivated by his charms—until Noelle Bishop returned from abroad, and everything changed. Osiris withdrew his support, showering Noelle with all his attention, even allowing her to harass me.

It wasn’t until a drunken slip at a gathering that I learned Noelle was his elusive first love. I was just her lookalike, a mere substitute in his eyes.

A few days ago, at a party, I wore a necklace he had given me. Noelle posted on Instagram, lamenting how I flaunted it in her face, claiming I bullied her.

To teach me a lesson, Osiris chose to release my private photos at the peak of my success, letting me plummet from the heights into despair.

Listening to the degrading comments from the booth, I felt as if I had descended into an icy abyss.

Five years with Osiris, and I had shared everything with him, even letting him convince me to take those private photos, feeling embarrassed but ultimately agreeing.

I never imagined this mate bond would become a weapon he’d use to harm me.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Kyree’s number, my brother and the Gamma of the Lynch Pack. Tears streamed down my face as I spoke, "Kyree, I regret being with Osiris. Can you please come pick me up..."

Before I could say more, a malicious laugh interrupted me from behind.

"Well, look who’s here. Amiri Carter herself."

I turned in terror to see one of Osiris’s friends approaching me.

The phone was snatched from my hand, the call abruptly ended.

"We were about to invite you out, but here you are."

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to lift my head. "What? Not putting on a show anymore?"

Others gathered around.

“Amiri, Osiris sold you to us for five hundred bucks. You better serve us well, and maybe we’ll tip you something extra.”

Fear gripped me. I struggled with all my might.

"What you’re doing is illegal! You’ll face consequences!"

“Illegal?” he sneered as he dragged me into a room inside the booth.

The air was filled with the stench of smoke and whiskey, vile laughter, and obscene remarks...

My wolf growled, desperate to protect me, but I couldn’t shift here, not in front of them. I was trapped, my body trembling as they closed in.

"Osiris!" I screamed, hoping against hope that some part of him still cared. But no one came.

The door slammed shut, and I was alone with them.