My mate Erisa is a fierce and renowned female warrior within Stormhowl Pack.

Her prowess in battle is matched only by her beauty.

Yet, at this very moment, the sight before me is like a dagger to my soul.

Erisa and Blaze were entangled in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed so tightly together.

Blaze's hands roamed freely over Erisa's back, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

My body turns to stone.

Blaze joined our pack just half a year ago.

In the shadowy forest, a brutal skirmish erupted between the Stormhowl Pack and rogue wolves.

Blaze, fighting at the front, was bitten by a sly rogue wolf that injected potent wolfsbane into his shoulder.

The moment Erisa saw Blaze fall, she rushed to his side.

Dragging him through the underbrush, she took him to a hidden cave on the pack's outskirts.

Inside, Erisa worked non - stop for three days to save Blaze.

As she cared for him, a magnetic bond grew between them.

On the third night, when Blaze's condition improved, they shared a passionate kiss. It quickly escalated, and they gave in to their desires.

From then on, they were inseparable, training, walking, and fighting together.

I watched through the window of the werewolf warrior office . There she is, pinned against the window frame, the cold moonlight casting an ethereal glow over their intertwined bodies.

Hours pass as they lose themselves in each other.

" I don't want my mate to catch a whiff of another wolf on me."

" After all the blood we've spilled together, the nights we've shared in each other's arms, you still cling to that worthless cur! Erisa. You're mine! "

Erisa grabs her collar, his tongue darting out to lick her cheek.

"I love only my mate. Don't push it. Remember, from the start, we agreed this was just a temporary thing, no strings attached."

Blaze wraps his arms around her, his voice on the verge of breaking. "I was wrong. Gods, I was so wrong. I can't breathe without you. Every moment we're apart, it's like a part of me is ripped away. "

"I made a promise to Samson. After this, I'm going back to him, to be the mate he deserves." She turns on her heel , not even sparing him a backward glance.

As Erisa returns home, I am hunched over my workbench, meticulously sharpening my daggers.

She glided in.

As she drew near, my hyper - sensitive werewolf nose instantly caught a foreign note in the aroma. It was Blaze's scent.

She straddled me, her soft hands caressing my chest. "Honey," she purred, "I want to give you a little cub. What do you say?"

I forced myself to feign calm.

I gently but firmly pushed her away.

Under the cold, rushing water, I scrubbed at my skin, every place her hands had touched. I rubbed until my flesh turned raw.

Just days ago, I'd seen her retching violently.

I'd rushed to her side, thinking she'd eaten something foul.

But the moment our eyes met, I'd caught a glimpse of something in her eyes.

Driven by my werewolf instincts, I'd delved into a secret investigation.

And what I'd uncovered was a truth so bitter. The cub growing in her womb was Blaze's.

"When's the next operation?"

She flinched, clearly startled. "In five days. A big siege on their Misty Valley stronghold. They're like bloodthirsty demon."

"Honey, I'm so sorry. It's your birthday, but I have to go. The pack needs me."

I forced a smile. "Go. Just come back safe. I'll be waiting."

"Darling," Erisa chirped. "My team wants a get - together. Can we have a party here tomorrow? It'll be amazing!" Her wide eyes fluttered, and she tugged my arm.

"Okay. Since you want it so much."

She threw her arms around me, and kissed my cheek.

"You're the best!"

The next day, in the family's grand ballroom

"I've never laid eyes on that shadowy guard. He's so mysterious!" one voice exclaimed.

"Nor have I. All I know is that he's a young man," another chimed in.

"I bet he has a soft spot for Erisa. Every time there's trouble, he's the first to show up and handle it on - site for her team," someone else speculated. ...

I hung my head in silence.

On the surface, I was just a stay - at - home guy, taking care of the domestic affairs, seemingly far removed from the world of warriors and battles. But in reality, they were right. I'd taken on this covert role for Erisa.

She was determined to be a warrior, and I couldn't bear to stand in the way of her dreams.

So, I chose to protect her from the shadows. I secretly became a stealthy guard for the pack warriors.

The deal was that whenever there was a threat, I'd be the first to rush to the scene and neutralize it, especially for Erisa's team.

That's how I ended up finding out about her betrayal.

Even though I was always there, ready to put my life on the line to keep her safe, she still chose someone else.

Erisa thought I was jealous and immediately snapped at the team members. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The moment those team members saw Erisa, they shot up from their chairs.

One of them quickly blurted out,

"Sis Erisa only has eyes for you. When we were in the Misty Valley last time, she almost got bitten while protecting that token of yours. You know, that's the coming - of - age gift you gave her, and she always keeps it close to her heart."

Just then, another member let out a snort, a smirk playing on their lips. "Oh, come on. Samson here is such a dedicated 'household hero'. Always taking care of the home so well while we're out there fighting rogue wolves and whatnot. Erisa's so lucky to have such a... domestic mate."

Blaze rose from the corner, arrogance oozing.

"Samson, your fame precedes you," he sneered.

Without Erisa around, I knew he'd show his true colors.

Erisa dragged me around, grinning sickly.

"This is my hubby," she cooed.

Team members, out of deference, gushed, "Perfect couple!" "Made for each other!"

Meanwhile, Blaze seethed in the corner.

Knuckles white on his glass, he guzzled drink after drink, trying to blot out the sight of Erisa flaunting me.

I, too, had indulged a bit too much.

Blaze, on the other hand, had clearly over - imbibed.

With a angry glare in my direction, he pushed himself up from his seat, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

He stumbled, and then lurched towards the door.

Moments later, the shrill buzz of Erisa's phone cut through the din of the party.

She snatched it up, her eyes widening as she read the message

. Instantly, her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red, and she shot up from the couch as if she'd been electrocuted.

"Honey," she stammered, "there's trouble. Reports of rogue wolves tampering with our border defenses. I have to go, now!"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her coat and bolted towards the door.

Just as I was trying to make sense of what had just happened, my own phone vibrated.

I pulled it out. The message was from Erisa, but the words were cold and clinical: "Backyard storage. Surprise."

This wasn't Erisa's style. It was a blatant provocation by Blaze.

"When's the next operation?"

She flinched, clearly startled. "In five days. A big siege on their Misty Valley stronghold. They're like bloodthirsty demon."

"Honey, I'm so sorry. It's your birthday, but I have to go. The pack needs me."

I forced a smile. "Go. Just come back safe. I'll be waiting."

"Darling," Erisa chirped. "My team wants a get - together. Can we have a party here tomorrow? It'll be amazing!" Her wide eyes fluttered, and she tugged my arm.

"Okay. Since you want it so much."

She threw her arms around me, and kissed my cheek.

"You're the best!"

The next day, in the family's grand ballroom

"I've never laid eyes on that shadowy guard. He's so mysterious!" one voice exclaimed.

"Nor have I. All I know is that he's a young man," another chimed in.

"I bet he has a soft spot for Erisa. Every time there's trouble, he's the first to show up and handle it on - site for her team," someone else speculated. ...

I hung my head in silence.

On the surface, I was just a stay - at - home guy, taking care of the domestic affairs, seemingly far removed from the world of warriors and battles. But in reality, they were right. I'd taken on this covert role for Erisa.

She was determined to be a warrior, and I couldn't bear to stand in the way of her dreams.

So, I chose to protect her from the shadows. I secretly became a stealthy guard for the pack warriors.

The deal was that whenever there was a threat, I'd be the first to rush to the scene and neutralize it, especially for Erisa's team.

That's how I ended up finding out about her betrayal.

Even though I was always there, ready to put my life on the line to keep her safe, she still chose someone else.

Erisa thought I was jealous and immediately snapped at the team members. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The moment those team members saw Erisa, they shot up from their chairs.

One of them quickly blurted out,

"Sis Erisa only has eyes for you. When we were in the Misty Valley last time, she almost got bitten while protecting that token of yours. You know, that's the coming - of - age gift you gave her, and she always keeps it close to her heart."

Just then, another member let out a snort, a smirk playing on their lips. "Oh, come on. Samson here is such a dedicated 'household hero'. Always taking care of the home so well while we're out there fighting rogue wolves and whatnot. Erisa's so lucky to have such a... domestic mate."

Blaze rose from the corner, arrogance oozing.

"Samson, your fame precedes you," he sneered.

Without Erisa around, I knew he'd show his true colors.

Erisa dragged me around, grinning sickly.

"This is my hubby," she cooed.

Team members, out of deference, gushed, "Perfect couple!" "Made for each other!"

Meanwhile, Blaze seethed in the corner.

Knuckles white on his glass, he guzzled drink after drink, trying to blot out the sight of Erisa flaunting me.

I, too, had indulged a bit too much.

Blaze, on the other hand, had clearly over - imbibed.

With a angry glare in my direction, he pushed himself up from his seat, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

He stumbled, and then lurched towards the door.

Moments later, the shrill buzz of Erisa's phone cut through the din of the party.

She snatched it up, her eyes widening as she read the message

. Instantly, her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red, and she shot up from the couch as if she'd been electrocuted.

"Honey," she stammered, "there's trouble. Reports of rogue wolves tampering with our border defenses. I have to go, now!"

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed her coat and bolted towards the door.

Just as I was trying to make sense of what had just happened, my own phone vibrated.

I pulled it out. The message was from Erisa, but the words were cold and clinical: "Backyard storage. Surprise."

This wasn't Erisa's style. It was a blatant provocation by Blaze.