His Alpha-Uncle Is My Fated Mate

(Jasmine's POV)

My hand quivered uncontrollably as I clutched my husband's phone. Its screen showed a naked photo sent by an unknown number: a woman wearing only one piece of underwear, her chest towering high and her cleavage exposed. Naked.

But that wasn't the part that shocked me the most. My gaze fell on the embroidery on her underwear-it had my name and his on it. I looked more closely to confirm my suspicion.

It was the same lingerie couple set I bought that Logan, my husband had supposedly misplaced during a business trip. The same one I had picked out specifically for a special occasion. I was so certain because it was custom-made for us, with our initials embroidered on it: J & L.

My mouth hung open, and I hadn't even realized how much my tears had spilled until I felt them on my chin.

I zoomed in to try to find out why this woman looked oddly familiar, and then a crescent-shaped mole on the woman's cleavage hit me like lightning. My stomach twisted. Only one person I knew had such - Samantha, my best friend.

Every detail pointed to her, from her freshly painted white nails to the leg chains she always wore.

How could it be? They don't even know each other in person. When did they meet? Countless questions in my head squeezed my reasoning tightly.

Just then, Logan's car horn blared repeatedly, yanking me out of my spiraling thoughts. Hastily, I wiped my tears and adjusted my hair, composing myself. He was signaling for his phone; it was one of those days he forgot it in his morning rush to leave for work, a habit of his.

As I handed it to him, I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I couldn't even look him in the eyes because my eyes would betray the turmoil brewing inside of me.

My stomach churned with anguish, yet I had no idea how to react. I wanted to unleash my fury, scream at him, and throw the phone in his face. But my remaining sanity told me that I had to find more favorable evidence to put myself in a favorable position.

I bit back my emotions to prevent an angry outburst and played along, saving my rebellion for later.

"Thanks, babe. Love you," he said casually, taking the phone and driving off without so much as a second glance. He didn't even wait for my response as usual, just a casual dismissal. His recent change in attitude was beginning to make sense now.

As a devoted warrior-ranked member of the Gold Crescent pack, I had pledged to uphold my trust and loyalty to the love of my life, Logan, with every fiber of my being. Never have I doubted his loyalty to the very foundation of our mate bond.

I was well aware that he was a jealous lover who had once engaged in a fight with one of my admirers long before our mating, nearly giving him an irreparable mark, but cheating? Never have I given room for such what-ifs. How would I have known that Logan 's devotion to our bond didn't mirror mine?

I watched his car disappear, my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

Logan, the revered CEO of Prime Company of Gold Crescent Pack, had just stomped on our bond as if it meant nothing. I scoffed in disbelief.

Despite my potential of graduating with honors, topping my class, and being the best student in most of the tough-placed courses, including kickboxing, I had thrown it all away to be a full-time housewife, just to support and please Logan .

I became the woman he wanted, not the woman I dreamed of being. I had been naive. No, foolish.

My heart burned with a raging fire that no ice could extinguish. Fresh tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. I was done crying. I would not continue to be a doormat.

They had done enough already.

And Samantha? Her betrayal cut even deeper knowing she was the one helping him destroy the mate bond. She knew the pack's rules: "Disrespecting a mate bond is punishable by exile," yet she risked it all.

Or was Logan confident because his uncle, the new Alpha of our pack, would protect him? Whatever the case, I couldn't take it anymore.

Locking the door behind me, I retrieved my phone from the TV console and sat on the floor, scrolling through my contacts. My fingers hovered over a name: Rose, a lawyer and my close friend from way back in college.

I gulped, anxiety clawing at my chest. Could I really do this? My hands shook as I typed out the email body: After much reflection, I have come to the difficult decision to request a divorce from Logan. I need help with the papers as fast as the speed of light. I hit send.

After this, an idea hit me and I immediately knew what to do next. I had to get a clear evidence that Logan was an ungrateful mate, disrespectful and disloyal to the mate bond.

Without further ado, I dialed Samantha's phone number. Her high-pitched voice cut through the phone. I invited her over for dinner, explaining that it was a chance for her to meet my husband in person. And as my "best friend," it wasn't right that she had never met my mate ever since she came back to Strattletown. As I expected, she accepted the invitation without hesitation.

I scoffed bitterly. Tonight was the night I would see them for who they truly were.

A few hours later, Logan arrived home. "Hey, babe. What's the occasion?" he asked, tossing off his shoes. I told him I'd invited Samantha over for dinner, a chance for him to meet my best friend in person.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, noticing my tense demeanor. I shrugged it off, claiming I was just tired. His jaw clenched in frustration, but he dropped the subject. He will find out in no distant time that I've discovered the skeleton in his cupboard.

Soon, the doorbell rang, signaling Samantha's arrival.

I opened the door to find her dressed in a skimpy outfit, her breasts almost spilling out of her dress. A fake smile plastered her face, unaware that I had discovered who she truly was-a viper disguised as a friend. It took everything in me to reciprocate her cheerful demeanor, forcing a polite smile as I ushered her in.

We were already seated for dinner when I introduced them to each other. I watched them act like they've never met each other, thinking they were fooling me. But they didn't realize I caught their stolen glances and shared smirks.

Desperation danced in Samantha's eyes as I noticed a subtle movement from Logan. His body stiffened while his eyes clouded with lust. A clandestine glance under the table confirmed my suspicions; her foot was extended, resting firmly on his groin. It was an unmistakable sign of their intimacy.

Clearing my throat, I forced a brittle smile. "Hope you're enjoying dinner," I said, barely containing the rage boiling inside me. I felt my control slipping, as though I might lose it at any moment.

I excused myself to the kitchen, under the pretense that I had to check on something. I couldn't believe what was happening right under my nose. In the kitchen, I pulled out my phone and quickly checked the surveillance monitoring app on it.

My heart dropped as I saw Samantha leaning closer to Logan and slipping something into my wine. This was unforgivable. To what extent did they want to go just for a few seconds of stolen pleasure? I was disgusted. I strained my eyes to confirm the tablets in her hands -they were sleeping pills. Logan smirked at her mischievous action, giving her a thumbs-up.

I returned to the table, apologizing for the delay, picked up the wine glass and pretended to take a few sips. Samantha continued to chatter as usual, obviously more interested in keeping her secret lover engaged.

Later, as we moved to the living room, I wobbled on my feet, feigning dizziness.

"Take it easy, babe. You might need to rest. Probably stress from preparing the sumptuous meal," Logan said, holding my arm tightly as though he cared.

"Yeah. the room is spinning. I must be so tired," I slurred, wrapping my arms around his neck as I played along.

He quickly guided me to the closest bedroom, the guest room close by. After tucking me in, he slammed the door behind him.

But they weren't aware that I had outsmarted them, I could hear their excitement.

Moments later, I heard muffled moans and grunts-they were already having sex. A harsh reminder that their affair wasn't just a mistake. My stomach twisted as bile rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down.

Navigating to my surveillance app, I hit the record button. I rarely checked the monitoring app, often forgetting I even had it installed, but desperate times called for drastic measures.

My wolf stirred, trying to take control, but I refused to let her. I couldn't take it anymore, couldn't watch them lust over each other aggressively. I turned off the phone, disgusted by their betrayal.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as tears burned my eyes. My stomach churned with agony, but I had to steady my nerves and think more clearly.

Logan wasn't worthy of my love. I should have left the first time I saw a red flag, but I stayed. I stayed through his late nights, his lies, the suspicious phone calls, and even the female belongings I found in his car. He had his smart ways of concealing his deception. I was too blinded by my loyalty to him, hence why I have stayed in the dark for too long, being the perfect wife in a perfect marriage. But not anymore. My love was so meaningless to him that betraying me required no second thought.

Clutching the pillow tightly, I muffled my sobs. Tonight, I mourned the life I lost. But as the tears dried, a new determination rushed through me.

Tomorrow, it will all be over. I will make Logan sign the divorce papers to sever all ties with him. He will have no choice but to. I had enough evidence to prove that he has brought nothing but shame to our marriage bond, a bond that our pack held sacred.

I will never forgive him for the pain he has brought to me; I must reclaim the life he took away from me.

~Jasmine~

I sat in my living room, amidst the ruins of my marriage, as Rose's words echoed while she sat across from me: "How could Logan have the temerity to disrespect the marriage bond?" She gasped, her eyes blazing red, a testament of her outrage on my behalf.

It was the morning after Logan's shameful act, and I had invited Rose to our home. She was the only close person I could confide in.

I had sat alone assembling the shattered pieces of my heart a few hours after Logan left the house, but suddenly, I couldn't bear it alone. The weight of the betrayal was crushing, and I thought I was going crazy, so I called her to come over with the divorce papers. I needed to be in the company of someone who understood my plight.

As soon as she arrived, she gave me a warm hug and words of comfort. I broke down in sobs and explained in detail the events that have left me devastated and mortified.

"I just don't know what to do at this point. I'm done for good," I said to her, leaning slightly into the couch.

She tried to pacify me, but I wasn't having any of it. Then she quickly pulled out a stack of papers and handed them over to me. "Here are the divorce papers. Terms are tight; Logan won't walk away with a penny with this divorce agreement. You can't let him have any."

As much as I was worried about the divorce settlement, I was also worried about something else-whether justice would prevail. In our pack, the Alpha had the final decision about a divorce settlement, and it was no news that Logan's uncle, the one widely spoken about but only a few have seen, was the new Alpha of the pack. I wondered how his relationship with Logan would affect his decision, and I couldn't shake off the negative outcome that kept clouding my mind.

Time passed in a blur, with Rose still by my side, trying all she could to keep my spirit up. But the atmosphere in the house grew increasingly suffocating. Every corner, every scent, a constant reminder of their betrayal. Rose sensed my distress and suggested we step out for some fresh coffee.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and soon we were on our way to her renowned café, La Rosa Café.

As we sat outside, sipping our coffee and watching the bustling scenery, I tried to distract myself by asking Rose about her love interest, Alpha Zephyr. Her face lit up when I mentioned Alpha Zephyr, whom she was always eager to talk about. Soon, we were giggling, and for a brief moment, the conversation took my mind off my troubles.

However, this moment was suddenly interrupted. My phone rang, and Samantha's name flashed severally on the screen like a cruel taunt. She was probably calling to chatter as usual, unaware that I'd uncovered who she truly was.

I was hesitant at first but I picked up and put her on speaker.

She asked if I was at home because she wanted to "catch up." I glanced at Rose, who nodded encouragingly. I shared my location with her and she joined us a few minutes later, her presence carrying the stench of betrayal. I could barely look at her without replaying the haunting video of Logan thrusting into her.

She asked why I seemed low on energy, but I brushed it off, pretending to focus on my phone. Rose, sensing that the atmosphere was getting uncomfortable, excused herself to attend to something, leaving me alone with Samantha. She gave me a signaling wink while she left.

I knew Rose wanted me to face the cruel squarely. With a newfound determination, I texted Logan, requesting that he pick me up from the cafe.

"Logan will be here to pick me up soon," I said to Samantha, watching her reaction closely.

"Oh, really? You've got yourself such a sweet man." Her saccharine sweetness grated on my nerves.

She tugged at her blouse, pulling it down further to reveal more cleavage, and casually reapplied her lipstick. Her audacity was nauseating.

Her eyes sparkled as soon as she spotted Logan walking towards us. She was trying so hard to mask her excitement, but I could see through her.

Logan's face adorned with a sickeningly charming smile as he walked towards us."Babe," he greeted, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I coughed, dodging his attempt. The very sight of him disgusted me. He furrowed his brow in confusion but shrugged it off.

"Hi, Samantha," Logan greeted, extending a hand to her. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as his thumb lingered on her skin longer than necessary.

"Logan," she replied, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. Their mutual thrill made it clear they thought I was oblivious to their disgusting game. The very thought made my blood boil.

Trying to act like the perfect husband, Logan wrapped an arm around me for a side hug. That was my breaking point. I shoved him away with all my strength and slapped him hard across the face.

"What-" Samantha stood abruptly, but before she could say more, I grabbed my hot coffee and splashed it across both their faces.

Gasps erupted from the café patrons, followed by a sharp laugh from Rose, who stood at the counter, watching the drama unfold.

"What is the meaning of this behavior, Jasmine?" Logan demanded.

Instead of answering, I pulled the divorce papers from my bag and threw them in his face. "There's your answer."

His eyes widened as they landed on the bold title, DIVORCE AGREEMENT. "Have you lost it? What is this?" he barked.

"What do you think it is, you cheat? Sign them right now and free me from this sham of a marriage. I want nothing to do with you again." I turned to Samantha, rage coursing through me. "I always knew you were a dumb bitch, but never did I think you were also a low-life homewrecker."

Logan grabbed my wrist, his nose flaring in anger. "Don't provoke me, Jasmine. Do you even understand the gravity of your accusations? How could you degrade me like this?"

"Shut up, you manipulative liar. This isn't an accusation; it's the truth!" If I didn't know him better, I might have doubted myself. But Logan was a seasoned gaslighter, and I'd caught him in the act.

"Babe-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Don't! I have detailed evidence of your escapades."

Samantha, still clutching her burning face, stammered, "Jasmine, what has come over you? . I. I only just met Logan yesterday. Come on!"

"You snake," I snapped, glaring at her. "You came back just to steal my husband-ex-husband." I corrected myself. "You've always been jealous of what I have, but you know what? You can have him; you two deserve each other."

Logan's mask of innocence began to slip. "Stop creating a scene, Jasmine. You wanted attention, and now you've got it. Just drop it."

He didn't realize his statement provoked me even further. I wanted everyone to see him for what he truly was: very selfish, a sheep in wolf's clothing. I wasn't going to let him get away with it. If they go low, I go lower!

I walked to the back counter and connected the main TV to my phone, revealing compilations of their shenanigans on the big screen. The room filled with murmurs of shock as their moans echoed from the speakers.

Though I had spared them their last shred of dignity by censoring the video, it was clear enough for anyone to recognize them. I stood there, watching as they squirmed in discomfort, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

I smirked, watching their faces pale.

"Jasmine, it's not what you think!" Logan stammered. "Please, baby, we can work this out."

Tears welled up in Samantha's eyes. "Jasmine, I... I..." she stuttered, unable to form a sentence.

Their apologies meant nothing. An apology wouldn't turn back time or undo their betrayal.

"Save it. Just sign the damn divorce papers. I don't want to be in the presence of disgusting slums."

Logan hesitated but, under the weight of the crowd's gaze, he reluctantly signed the papers.

I reached for them, but he held on with a dark look in his eyes. "You know, Jennifer, keep in mind that my uncle won't let you off easily. I promise you that."

I feigned a sarcastic laugh.

"Oh, spare me, Logan. I'm done with your cheating ass for good. You and your dumb bitch can go to the deepest pits of hell for all I care," I retorted.

But deep down, fear took the better part of me, an unsettling chill ran through my body, and I gulped. He knew his uncle better than I did, and what if he were right?

Had I just dug my own grave by starting a war I wasn't so sure I could finish? Would they turn this table around and have me expelled from the pack instead?

~Jasmine~

"Calm down," Rose called out as I paced back and forth in her office at the café, my chest tightening with anxiety.

"How can I calm down Rose? Didn't you hear what he said?" I spun around to face her, my voice was trembling slightly. "Do you even know what this means? What if the new Alpha declared otherwise by manipulating the pack's rules? Or worse, what if he's as dishonest as Logan?"

Little was known about the newly assigned Alpha due to his busy schedule except for his name-Alpha Maverick. Rumors about his fairness or ruthlessness were unhelpful whispers. I could only hope he would remain impartial, even with Logan as his blood relative.

Under the Gold Pack's rule book, severing a mate bond required the Alpha's approval. Worse still, the guilty party faced expulsion which is a befitting punishment for disrespecting soul tie.

I sank into the office chair, running my fingers through my hair as my thoughts spiraled. "I will lose everything, Rose. I wouldn't even know where to begin from. I have no job, just a useless housewife-"

Rose crouched in front of me, her hands resting gently on my knees. "Listen to me. If it comes to that, you leave this forsaken Gold Pack and join mine. The Red Blood Pack will take you in with open arms. Do you hear me? If the new Alpha banishes you, it will only mean one thing. That you're too good for them. You will start fresh and build something for yourself. Don't doubt what you're capable of, okay?"

I nodded, though the storm inside me refused to settle at all. Logan would stop at nothing to avoid accountability for his despicable act, and I knew it.

Rose's expression brightened as she stood up. "What you need now is to unwind. How about a drink at a nearby bar to calm those nerves and toast to a new beginning?"

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I agreed almost immediately, eager for a brief escape from my reality, even if it was only for a few moments.

As she drove us to a nearby bar, my mind raced with doubts. Could I truly face the challenge of starting all over in the Red Blood Pack? It would mean leaving behind everything I'd ever known and starting from square zero. But damn the consequences, I knew my worth.

***

The loud bass of music filled the air as we arrived. Sitting on a barstool, we reminisced about our college days, laughing and savoring the moment.

Just as I was beginning to relax, Rose's phone pinged. She glanced at the screen and sighed.

"There's an emergency back at the café." My mood dampened at the news. "I'll be back as soon as possible, okay? Get drunk and nasty!" she teased with a wink before leaving.

I laughed, shaking my head as I watched her walk away. Turning my attention back to my champagne flute, I sipped slowly, letting the burning taste trail down my throat.

But suddenly, the room started spinning. I tried to focus, blinking several times, but everything became a blur. I tried to focus again, but then, I saw Samantha from a distance, ordering something at the counter with a cunning look in her eyes.

A loud frequency pierced through my ears, and I couldn't decipher what was happening, which made me question my sanity. Did I really see her, or was it a fragment of my imagination?

I stood up and tried to leave, but my knees buckled beneath me. I fell, waiting for an impact that never came. Through my hazy mind, I picked up a strong scent that made my panties wet. It was oud and leather. I could feel my mate's strings trembling.

Then I noticed a tall frame standing beside me, a man. His lips were moving, and I blinked several times, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

"Where are you from? Are you okay?"

I was so high I couldn't give the stranger any reasonable answers to his questions. If I was in my right senses, embarrassment would be an understatement, but currently, I couldn't care less.

"Open it. What's your address?"

How could I tell him I didn't have a home? I couldn't even remember my phone's password. I was too focused on his ocean eyes and sharp jawline, his full, plump lips.

"Can you hear me? Do you understand?" he asked, his voice cutting through my haze.

I gulped, knowing I was openly checking him out, and even though I wasn't in the right state of mind, I couldn't deny his allure. Mate! My wolf exclaimed. So this was it? My true mate? At this time?

As I teetered on the brink of embarrassment, to my rescue he came. He guided me into a car and drove me out to a destination I couldn't decipher at first.

But as he led me into a building, I realized it was an opulent hotel. Although I knew nothing about him, I still felt safe.

He guided me into a suite, his touch sending a burning trail of anticipation down my spine. The moment he laid me on the bed, my entire body ignited, every brush of his fingertips sparking an ache deep in my core.

Even through the haze of desire clouding my mind, I craved the feel of his body pressed against mine.

He started to pull away, but I couldn't let him.

"Don't.stay." My voice trembled. The moist heat between my thighs pulsed insistently, demanding more than just lingering touches. I rubbed my legs together in desperation, chasing friction that wasn't enough.

His eyes darkened as I reached for him, my fingers curling around his wrist. Without hesitation, I straddled his lap, my hips rolling against his rigid length. A needy moan slipped from my lips as I felt his hardness pressing perfectly against my center, dampening his pants with every grind.

He groaned, with his jaw tightening, but still held back. "Calm down, minx," he rasped.

"I.I need you," I whispered, his breath hitched as his resolve shattered.

In a heartbeat, he flipped me beneath him, his lips crashing onto mine, tongues tangling in a heated dance of dominance. His hands explored every inch of my body. My back arched as he traced paths down my sides, leaving me gasping.

His mouth found my breasts, tongue swirling, while his hand slipped between my thighs, pushing my panties aside. A shudder rocked through me as his fingers plunged into my slick heat, stretching and teasing.

Before I could beg for more, he replaced his hand with his body, thrusting into me in one claiming stroke. A sharp gasp escaped me, my walls tightening around him, recognizing home.

His pace was brutal yet controlled, each movement more intense than the last. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm, driven by consuming hunger. Moans and whispered names filled the air.

My climax built slowly, until I shattered around him, trembling and breathless. But he didn't stop-couldn't stop. His restraint snapped, and he drove deeper, showing me just how badly he needed me too.

I can't recall exactly what happened afterwards, but I woke up staring in an unfamiliar room in shock as sunlight spilled into it. Despite the confusion, a deep satisfaction lingered.

Fragments of the night remained hazy; but I could remember his hard thrusts vividly. I went feral, every inch of my body rekindling. A faint smile curved my lips as I stretched, savoring the quiet.

But when my gaze turned to the other side of the bed and my heart sank. The space was empty.

He was gone.

A heavy ache settled in my chest, twisting painfully as realization washed over me. Even my mate didn't want me. Was I never enough for anyone?

Tears pricked my eyes, but I forced myself to blink them away. No. I wouldn't allow self-doubt to take root. I was done with betrayal, done with the hurt. All I wanted now was peace. If love was meant to find me again, it would.

With renewed determination, I grabbed my phone and called Logan. He answered almost immediately as if he had been waiting for me to call. Without wasting any time, I told him to meet me at the Werewolf City Hall to start the process of finalizing the divorce.

This was it. The end.

If he thought he still had a chance with me, he was sorely mistaken. Logan was a chapter I was ready to close for good, and I was determined to turn the page to a new beginning.