My Fated Mate Kissed Another Woman

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The day I brought a birthday gift to my fated mate, Alpha Floyd, I witnessed him kissing another woman with my own eyes.

I rushed forward to confront him, only to be thrown into the rain and humiliated.

Floyd's sworn enemy, Alpha Isaac, took me away from my pain and kissed my lips, telling me he loved me.

He would never hurt me, he said.

But on my wedding day, I left the werewolf world behind.

Four years later, when the two of them found me, I had become one of the world's top perfumers.

Isaac found me and asked me to come back to him.

But I dismissed him with contempt, because I knew the love he showed me all those years ago was nothing but a lie.

Caroline POV

Seven days. Seven days until I was supposed to marry Isaac, the Alpha of Ironridge Pack.

Everyone said I must have received the Moon Goddess's blessing to go from being Floyd's rejected mate to Isaac's beloved.

Two powerful pack Alphas both involved with memany people were envious.

Even I believed it myself.

These past few years, Isaac had treasured me like a jewel in his palm.

He was a noble Alpha, yet he would personally deliver hot soup to me on stormy nights, would cancel all his work to keep me company when I was in a bad mood.

He said, "Caroline, I'm going to give you the most magnificent wedding and make everyone shut up."

I believed him.

Until ten minutes ago, when I found a woman's lipstick in his car.

To find out who that lipstick belonged toand more importantly, whether Isaac was cheatingI specifically extracted the dashcam footage.

I inserted the card and began reading the data.

I quickly found the video.

Isaac had finished work and picked up two friends.

Just as I was about to adjust the playback time, a mocking laugh came through the speakers.

"Isaac, you fooled around with Bethany right there in the car. If Caroline found out, wouldn't she be angry?"

My hand froze on the mouse.

I expected to hear Isaac defend me.

"Angry?"

Isaac's voice was cold, accompanied by the crisp click of a lighter. "Right now all she's thinking about is how to be the most beautiful bride. She doesn't have time to be angry."

My smile froze on my face.

The conversation in the car continued, each word cutting like a knife.

"Is it really worth spending so much on this wedding just to piss off Floyd? What if Caroline really latches onto you? Are you really going to become her mate? But you haven't Marked her in four years, so I guess that's not your plan, right?"

On the screen, Isaac exhaled a ring of smoke that blurred his handsome profile.

But it didn't blur the coldness in his eyes.

"That small price to see Alpha Floyd's shitty expression? This deal is worth it."

He chuckled lightly, as if discussing some worthless object. "On the wedding day, I'm going to announce the game is over in front of everyone. Alpha Floyd's expression will be priceless. After all, no matter what, she was his fated mate. And he still hasn't found a second one."

Malicious laughter erupted from the men in the car.

"What about Caroline after that? So many people know she was abandoned by her fated mate, and then publicly jilted by you. Won't her life be ruined?"

Isaac flicked his cigarette ash, unconcerned.

"Adult gamesshe's stupid. Who else is to blame?"

The video ended abruptly.

The study fell into a deathly silence.

I sat frozen in my chair, my blood turning to ice.

So these four years of deep affection were just an elaborate, calculated lie.

This was just a game to him, designed to humiliate Floyd, my former mate and Isaac's sworn enemy, by humiliating me.

My stomach churned violently.

I rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved over the toilet, but nothing came up.

Tears hit the floor. I wiped them away viciously.

Caroline, don't cry.

A scumbag like this isn't worth it.

My wolf was furious, but she calmly reminded me.

I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my pale reflection in the mirror.

Since you want to play something exciting, I'll help you.

I returned to the computer, my hands still trembling, but my eyes had gone cold.

I clipped that five-minute segment of their car conspiracy, along with the earlier footage of Isaac having sex with his mistress Bethany, and backed it all up to the cloud.

Just then, my phone lit up with a message from Isaac:

"Dinner tonight? Wear that red dressyou look stunning in it."

I stared at that familiar profile picture, my fingertips white with pressure.

Finally, I replied:

"Okay."

I put down my phone and walked into the closet.

That red dress hung in the most prominent positionhe'd had it flown in from Paris last week.

He said only my skin tone could do justice to that shade of red.

Memory flashed back instantly to that rainy night four years ago.

Floyd suddenly rejected me, breaking my heart. But I loved him, so I wanted to win back his heart.

But when I brought him a birthday gift, I saw him kissing a woman I didn't recognize.

I tried to confront him, but he threw the birthday gift I gave him into the trash and mocked me in front of everyone: "Caroline, can't you understand what I'm saying? Just looking at you makes me sick."

Everyone laughed. I was as pathetic as a clown.

Isaac emerged from the corner, draped his coat over my shoulders, and blocked those humiliating stares.

He also soothed the pain my wolf and I endured.

"Come with me," he said. "I'll take you home."

That night, I thought he was my salvation.

Now I know it was all fake.

Caroline POV

Seven o'clock that evening, Isaac arrived right on time to pick me up.

He'd changed into a dark gray custom suit, wearing the tie I'd knotted for him that morning.

As soon as I got in the car, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Good evening, darling. You don't look well."

He took my hand, frowning slightly, his eyes full of concern. "What happened?"

If I hadn't heard that recording.

Right now I'd think I was the happiest woman in the world.

I withdrew my hand, pretending to adjust my dress. "Probably just hungry."

Isaac didn't suspect anything, smiling as he started the car. "Then let's go. Can't let my fiance go hungry."

The restaurant was on the top floor.

We could overlook the entire city's nightscape.

While cutting my steak, I spoke as if casually: "Isaac."

"Hmm?" He switched the cut meat to my plate, his movements fluid.

"I ran into your friend Austin today."

I watched his eyes, not missing a single expression on his face. "He asked if I was nervous."

Isaac's hand paused while cutting the meat.

Just for a second, too fast to catch.

Then he looked up, his smile flawless. "Ignore him. You just need to focus on being beautiful."

"He also said..."

I gripped my knife and fork, my fingertips straining. "Floyd's back in the country recently. He asked if you'd feel awkward."

"Caroline."

Isaac set down his knife and fork, reaching out to cover the back of my hand.

His palm was warm, but his tone carried undeniable firmness.

"Why bring him up? I told you, we're getting married. Everything from the past is behind us."

He looked at me, his gaze so tender it could drown someone. "I only want you."

If that recording wasn't still sitting in my cloud storage, I might have believed him again.

"Right, it's behind us."

I lowered my head and forked a piece of beef into my mouth.

Medium rare, streaked with blood.

Despite being top-quality ingredients, it tasted like sawdust in my mouth.

"Oh, right."

Isaac seemed to remember something and pulled out an exquisite velvet box, pushing it toward me.

"Almost forgotthis is your pre-wedding gift."

I opened it.

A sapphire necklace with rich color and considerable value.

"Do you like it?" He looked at me expectantly.

I stared at that deep blue and suddenly remembered an Instagram story Bethany had posted last month.

The caption read: [I love this deep blue so much, but Isaac said it doesn't suit me.]

So it didn't suit her, which is why it came to me.

Or maybe he bought two, and this was the leftover one?

"I love it."

I closed the lid and smiled at him. "It must have been expensive."

"Any amount is worth it to spend on you."

Isaac ruffled my hair, his eyes full of affection.

I excused myself to touch up my makeup in the restroom.

Standing at the sink, I looked at the woman with perfect makeup in the mirror and forced out a smile uglier than crying.

Since you want to play the devoted lover.

Then I'll help you along.

I pulled out my phone and called Harlan, my father's Beta.

He answered quickly.

"Miss Caroline, have you considered the Alpha's proposal?"

I looked at myself in the mirror, my voice terrifyingly calm.

"I won't become an Alpha. That kind of work doesn't suit me. But I need you to do something for me."

Over the years, I'd rarely relied on my Alpha father's influence.

After all, my brother was deeply insecure about his position as heir to the Alpha title.

He always thought I, his sister who had been more combative than him since childhood, would replace him.

What a shameI never had any such intention.

Still, to avoid unnecessary conflicts, I tried not to do things that could be misunderstood.

There was another reason: whether it was Floyd's Frostveil Pack or Isaac's Ironridge Pack, we couldn't afford to provoke either.

Even if I asked for help, my father couldn't rescue me.

But now, I wasn't asking them to rescue me.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Tell my family they don't need to make a special trip for my wedding. Also, book me a flight for the wedding day. I'll go back and explain to them myself."

After hanging up, I reapplied my lipstick and stared at that crimson shade, my heart hardening bit by bit.

Isaac.

I'll remember this final dinner well.

When I returned to the table, Isaac was replying to messages.

Seeing me, he quickly darkened his screen and stood up with a smile. "Let's go home."

I took his arm, feeling his muscles stiffen for an instant.

"Okay, home."

Caroline POV

Five days before the wedding, Bethany arrived.

Under the guise of helping with preparations, she brazenly moved into Gerald Manor.

She was the daughter of the previous Beta. Though she'd only inherited her mother's Omega bloodline, she'd grown up with Isaac.

She was also widely acknowledged within the pack as the woman Isaac loved most.

If Isaac's elders hadn't strongly opposed him marrying an Omega, the Luna position would have been hers long ago.

"Caroline, this evening gown is gorgeous."

Bethany stood before the fitting mirror, wearing what was supposed to be my red reception dress.

The waist had been altered extremely tight, accentuating her graceful figure.

She twirled around and looked at Isaac, who sat on the sofa. "Isaac, don't I look better in red than Caroline?"

Isaac held a financial magazine, not looking up. "Stop fooling around. Take it off. That's for Caroline."

Though his tone was reproachful, there wasn't a trace of anger in it.

Bethany pouted and reluctantly headed to the changing room. "Stingy. I was just trying it on."

I sat to the side, holding my tea, watching quietly.

In the past, I would have gotten angry and fought with Isaac.

Then Isaac would patiently coax me, saying I was petty, that Bethany was like a little sister to him.

Looking back now, I really was quite the joke.

"Caroline, don't mind her. I've spoiled Bethany."

Isaac set down his magazine and reached for my hand. "If you don't like it, I'll have her move out."

"It's fine."

I avoided his hand and poured him tea. "The more people, the livelier it is. Besides, the house has plenty of rooms."

Isaac froze.

Clearly he hadn't expected me to be so magnanimous.

In the past, whenever Bethany appeared, all my defenses would go up.

"You're not angry?" He looked at me tentatively.

"Why would I be angry?"

I smiled back. "She's a friend who'll be around often anyway. Besides, it's just a dress. If she likes wearing it, let her."

After all, I wasn't planning to wear that dress anyway.

A flash of surprise crossed Isaac's eyes, which then became relief.

"Caroline, you've really changed. You've become more mature."

Mature?

You forced me to mature.

Just then, a crisp crash came from the changing room.

Followed by Bethany's cry: "Oh no!"

Isaac's expression changed. He threw down his magazine and rushed over at nearly the speed of a werewolf on the hunt.

At the changing room door, Bethany sat collapsed on the floor, surrounded by shattered porcelain.

It was a sculpture by a contemporary art masterIsaac had spent a fortune at auction to buy it for me.

"Isaac, I didn't mean to..."

Bethany's eyes reddened, looking pitiful. "I tripped just now and tried to steady myself on the sculpture, but..."

Isaac didn't even glance at the priceless artwork.

He crouched down directly, gripping Bethany's hand to inspect it. "Did you cut yourself? How can you be so careless?"

"It hurts..." Bethany whimpered sweetly.

I stood several meters away, watching this painfully glaring scene.

That sculpture had once been treasured by Isaac, who said it represented our unbreakable love.

Now it lay shattered on the floor, and he hadn't even batted an eye.

"Caroline!"

Isaac turned around, his tone urgent. "Get the first aid kit. Bethany cut her hand."

I looked at him, unmoving.

"What's wrong?" He frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with my sluggish response.

"Nothing."

I turned toward the cabinet, my voice flat. "If it's broken, it's broken. It was getting old anyway. Time for something new."

Isaac's form stiffened.

He seemed to hear something in my words, yet also seemed to hear nothing.

He simply devoted all his attention to Bethany's wound, which hadn't even drawn blood.

As if he'd forgotten that while Bethany was just a delicate Omega, she wasn't that fragile.

I returned with the first aid kit and set it on the table.

"Take your time. I'm tired. I'll head upstairs to rest."

As I turned to go upstairs, I heard Bethany say softly, "Isaac, is Caroline angry?"

Isaac's voice sounded irritated. "Don't worry about her. She's never been this cold-hearted before."

My steps didn't falter.

Reaching the second-floor landing, I pulled out my phone and sent Harlan a message:

[Add one pet transport ticket. I'm taking Buddy with me.]

Caroline POV

Three days before the wedding, the jewelry company delivered the rings.

Isaac was in the study on a video conference call, so he had me sign for them.

I signed and carried the heavy box into the study.

He was listening to a subordinate's report, his expression serious.

Seeing me enter, his gaze instantly softened. He pointed to the corner of the desk, indicating I should set it down there.

I placed the box on the desk.

As I turned, my elbow accidentally knocked over a stack of documents.

Papers scattered across the floor, revealing a design sketch that had been pressed underneath.

I bent down to pick them up.

My movement froze the moment I saw the sketch clearly.

It was a ring design draft.

The center stone was a rare pink diamond, with the word "only" engraved inside the band.

The date in the corner was from half a month ago.

And the wedding ring I'd just signed for had a white diamond as the center stone, with our initials engraved inside.

Isaac removed his headphones and walked over. "What's wrong?"

Following my line of sight to the sketch, his expression stiffened. He casually pulled it away and tucked it into a folder.

"Nothing, just a discarded draft."

His tone was natural as he put his arm around my shoulder. "Did you try the ring? Does it fit?"

I looked at him and smiled. "Not yet. I'll try it tonight."

At two in the morning, the person beside me was breathing evenly.

I carefully got up and walked into the study.

I opened the safethe password was my birthday.

Inside lay two identical navy blue boxes.

I opened the one on the left.

Pink diamond, engraved with "only."

Dazzling.

I opened the one on the right.

White diamond, engraved with our surnames.

Conventional.

Isaac once said, "Caroline, you are my only."

So this was what "only" truly meant.

I took out both rings.

And switched the boxes.

I placed the pink diamond in the box prepared for the wedding ceremony, and put the white diamond in the box that had originally belonged to Bethany.

After finishing this, I closed the safe.

Returning to the bedroom, Isaac rolled over, his arm instinctively reaching to hold me.

I avoided his hand and lay at the edge of the bed.

Moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating the calendar on the nightstand.

The date was circled in red pen.

Three more days until I could leave him.

Caroline POV

Next, I began clearing out my belongings.

The house was filled with gifts Isaac had given me over four years.

Herms bags, complete sets of Cartier jewelry, limited edition heels.

Once, these were all proof of his love for me.

I contacted luxury goods resellers.

Because of the volume, they brought an authenticator directly to the house.

"Mrs. Gerald, several of these bags are brand new. Are you sure you want to sell them all?"

The authenticator wore gloves, his face full of regret.

"Yes."

I sipped my coffee, my tone calm. "Wire transfer. The faster the better."

When Isaac came home, he happened to witness workers carrying out boxes.

The house was half empty, seeming somewhat desolate.

"What's going on?" He frowned, looking at the emptied closet.

"I want to redecorate."

I walked over and helped him loosen his tie. "Clear out everything from the past. After the wedding, replace it all with new things. I want our homeevery cornerto be a fresh start."

Isaac froze.

Then a smile appeared in his eyes.

He probably thought I was so madly in love with him that I wanted to completely say goodbye to the past and wholeheartedly become his mate.

"Alright."

He held my hand and kissed my fingertips, his eyes full of affection. "Whatever you say. As long as you're happy, you can tear down the whole house."

"Oh, right."

I pointed to the dog bed in the corner. "I sent Buddy to the pet hotel for boarding. The house is chaotic these daysdidn't want to disturb him."

Buddy was the puppy we'd raised together.

Isaac usually doted on him most.

"Whatever you think is best."

He didn't suspect a thing, even seeming somewhat moved. "Caroline, you've worked so hard for this family."

After Isaac went into the bathroom to shower, my phone vibrated. A bank notification.

The number was longenough to buy a small apartment outright.

I deleted the message and opened my private cloud storage.

I set that dashcam footage to send on a timer.

The recipient was the wedding venue's main control station.

Send time: 10 AM on the wedding day.

After finishing this, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Isaac emerged wrapped in a towel, water still dripping from his hair.

"Darling, grab me some pajamas."

I handed them to him.

As he took them, he pulled me into his embrace, his voice somewhat husky. "The wedding's the day after tomorrow. Are you nervous?"

I leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.

"Not nervous," I said. "I'm looking forward to it."

I was looking forward to how surprised he'd look when he saw the gift I prepared for him.