I Pray To Never Be His Mate

A deadly silver parasite infected my brain, causing my mind to regress to my fifteen-year-old self.

But my Fated Mate, Alpha Hunter, firmly believed my madness was just a pathetic act.

He brought his mistress, Ivy, into our home and allowed her to brainwash our five-year-old son against me.

When Ivy faked a shallow scratch on her neck, Hunter crushed my hand under his boot and threw me into a freezing dungeon lined with toxic silver dust.

He even handed our son a pair of scissors, watching coldly as the boy shredded my dead mother's dresses.

"Eat it, you ugly old witch!"

My own flesh and blood screamed those words at me while kicking a bowl of rotting meat at my bare feet.

To break my spirit completely, Hunter dragged me into a thunderstorm and forced me to look at the burned ruins of my slaughtered pack, ripping away my only safe memory.

I didn't understand why the Mate chosen by the Moon Goddess would torture me so ruthlessly, or why my own child treated me like a filthy Rogue.

It wasn't until I lay dying on a hospital bed, completely blind and coughing up black blood, that the mental dam broke and my twenty-five-year-old memories finally returned.

Looking at Hunter, who had just discovered the truth and was now sobbing on his knees for my forgiveness, I calmly made my final vow.