Betrayed Mate's Ascended Vengeance

My best friend Anna and I had spent the past decade helping two troubled Lycan Princes navigate their darkest times. We thought we’d succeeded, until their long-lost mate suddenly returned from the dead.

It turned out that Nellie Wilson, the Lycan Princess they’d mourned for years, had been moved by their devotion and decided to return to the mortal realm.

“Since they’ve gone through so much for me, I owe it to them to help them complete their journey,” Nellie declared, her voice dripping with condescension. “And you two Omegas—how dare you even think you could replace me?”

Heartbroken, we reported our failure to Elder Idris, only to be told that the only way to return to our original duties was through death. In the end, Anna and I became sacrifices on the altar for Nellie, our deaths propelling us into ascension as divine judges.

Elder Idris looked at us with a puzzled expression. “How strange. It seems you two were the ones who truly went through the trial.”

“Now go and bring those rogue Lycans back,” he commanded.

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Anna and I had been assistants to Elder Idris in the Moonlight Pack. Hoping to ascend in rank, we accepted the task of helping two Lycan Princes overcome their emotional turmoil. According to Harry Silva, the Record Keeper, my role was to guide the fierce Gamma Alijah Rose, while Anna was to support the cold and detached Alpha Samson Rose. The plan was simple: help them move on from the grief of losing their mate, Nellie, and restore them to their rightful positions.

For ten years, Anna and I worked tirelessly, slowly breaking down the walls they’d built around themselves. We thought we’d succeeded, that we’d finally earned their trust and companionship. But then, Nellie returned.

The day we heard the news, Anna and I were catching up at the Crimson Pack’s headquarters. When Samson and Alijah walked in, Anna’s face lit up with joy. She started toward them, but Alijah stepped back, revealing the woman behind him.

Anna froze. I recognized her instantly—Nellie Wilson. I quickly moved to Anna’s side, gripping her trembling hand, and turned to Samson. But he didn’t even notice me. His attention was entirely focused on Nellie.

I forced myself to remain composed and bowed respectfully. “Your Highness.”

Anna, still in shock, followed suit. Nellie’s expression suddenly darkened. “I heard rumors that you two had found new mates, but I didn’t want to believe it. And yet, here you are.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, her voice trembling with despair. “I’m tainted now. You’ve both moved on without me!”

Samson and Alijah reacted immediately, rushing to comfort her. “No, Nellie,” Samson said softly, his voice warm and tender in a way I’d never heard before. “I’ll always be by your side.”

I’d never heard Samson speak like that. He was the Alpha, always cold and distant, his emotions buried deep. It had taken me fifteen years just to chip away at the surface of his defenses. I’d once joked to Anna, “Maybe Samson’s like those characters in the stories—his mate’s death took all the warmth out of him.” Little did I know how true that would become.

Nellie’s return had transformed Samson into someone I barely recognized. Anna and I stood there, stunned, as Alijah scooped Nellie into his arms and carried her away, Samson close behind. Before they left, both men shot us a cold, reproachful look, as if our presence alone was an insult to Nellie.