My Mate Who Watched Me Die — Novel

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In a world where loyalty is twisted and betrayal runs deep, Marian finds herself ensnared in the darkest corners of a forest, bound and alone as the life she carries teeters on the brink. With her heart shattered by accusations and her body in excruciating turmoil, she faces the unimaginable—laboring without aid, while the man she once loved turns his back, convinced of her guilt. How can she save her child if no one is willing to listen?

As the shadows close in, a reluctant guardian appears, but even he is caught in the web of alliances and secrets that define the pack. When the true threat emerges, Marian's desperate pleas for help go unheard, leaving her to confront the cruel hands of fate alone. With every moment that ticks by, the stakes rise, and the cost of survival becomes painfully clear.

Can Marian reclaim her power and protect her child from the very wolves that threaten their existence? Or will the bonds of love and loyalty tighten around her like a noose, dragging her deeper into despair? In this gripping tale of heartache and resilience, the line between enemy and ally blurs, and the true fight for survival has only just begun.

My Mate Who Watched Me DieEPISODE 1

The sound of laughter faded into the forest, swallowed by the wind.

They had gone.

Only one man remained—a beta warrior stationed at a distance, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on the treetops rather than me. As if looking at me might turn him to stone. Or worse, force him to feel.

I was alone. Suspended by cruel bindings, my limbs stretched apart until they throbbed. Rough rope cut into raw skin, and each gust of wind sent knives of cold slicing through me. The sweat on my skin turned to frost, and the night gnawed at my bones like hunger left too long unfed.

And then—pain.

Deep. Sharp. Twisting. It started low in my belly and rippled outward like fire moving through dry grass.

A wet heat began to trickle down my thighs.

No…

Not now.

“Help,” I whispered—barely sound, more breath than voice. “Please…”

A contraction slammed into me, tearing a gasp from my throat. I arched against the restraints, the ropes burning into my skin. The cold was nothing now. The pain eclipsed everything.

Still, the beta didn’t turn. Not a glance.

Another wave surged through me, and I cried out, louder this time. “Help me!”

No response.