My Mate's Revenge

[Stephanie's POV]

It's 23:40.

It was 20 minutes before I turned 18. I was standing in front of the bed with two dresses and two new pairs of shoes, trying to decide which piece of clothing and which pair of shoes to wear for my date.

On the left side, there was a pink dress and a pair of flat heels sent from Carl, my boyfriend and mate. On the right side, they were my favorite light blue knee-length skirt and black high heels.

Yesterday, Carl messaged me he would be waiting for me by the White Star Lake after 12 o 'clock to celebrate my 18th birthday with me. He also said he would give me a surprise. I finally chose the pink dress and flat heels to satisfy my mate.

23:58, I took off my pajamas on my body and waited quietly for shifting. I knew I would succeed in shifting since I had already known my fate mate was Carl on his 18's birthday two days ago. So, it would be easier for me to shift directly compared with other unmated she-wolves in the pack. It's 23:59. I couldn't wait to meet my wolf, looking forward to going to the White Star Lake with my wolf.

0:00. After a short moment of pain, probably only a few seconds, I opened my eyes and saw the wolf with amber fur in the floor mirror of my room. I knew I had succeeded in my shift.

"Hello, Stephanie, I'm Rose." The voice of my wolf, Rose, came to my head.

"Hello, Rose, happy to meet you."

"I suppose you don't want me to put on your delicate dress to meet your mate, do you?" Rose giggled. It seemed she was in a good mood. So was I.

"Maybe you can try later." I made a joke and then shifted back to my human form and quickly put on my pink dress and flats. Although I was so happy and excited now, I still couldn't help missing my dead twin brother, Patrick. If he were still alive, by now, he'd met his wolf and find his mate, like me.

"Oh, sweetheart, are you missing your twin brother? Don't be so sad. You still have your kind dad and handsome boyfriend. Your boyfriend is your mate, and you both grew up together. Also, he is the future Alpha of your friend pack. Is there a girl luckier than you? I can't wait to see my mate now." Rose comforted me.

Rose and I shared all my memories from birth to the present. She knew Carl had turned 18 and shifted two days ago. Carl had told me that the moon goddess had arranged me as his mate, and I couldn't find anything better than it.

"It's mint!" My favorite scent came from the direction of White Star Lake. A werewolf's mate would exude his or her favorite scent. I remembered Carl told me he would meet me near the White Star Lake.

The White Star Lake was 500 meters away from my packhouse. The closer I got to the White Star Lake, the stronger the mint smell in the wind. I noticed my handsome boyfriend standing under the street lamp. He possessed brown eyes and curly chestnut hair, which I shall never forget. That man was my mate, Carl, the future Alpha of the Demon Forest Pack.

"Happy birthday, and congratulations, my dear princess." He put his hands behind his back, and his smile was full of tenderness and love.

"Carl, thanks to the moon goddess. I'm so excited to be your mate." I told him, holding tears in my eyes.

We've known each other for more than ten years. Me, Patrick, Carl, three of us were in the same class, and we also became good friends with Freya, the transfer student in our class. Four of us often caught hares in the Leyte Mountain, or we had a picnic near the river. During holidays, we went shopping and watched movies in the town. Carl had always been there for me. He was always by my side to help me get through my hardest time when I lost Patrick. I knew he had been a part of my life.

Although my 18th birthday was a new moon when the moon goddess was not in the sky, I was grateful to her. She was the one who let me meet Carl and arranged for him to be my mate.

"Someone said he would give me a surprise today." I smiled and reminded Carl kindly.

"Here's the surprise!" Carl took my arm and pulled me into his arms.

As his soft lips pressed on mine, I smiled and put my hands around his neck, enjoying the happiness feeling filled within my whole heart.

Ouch! Suddenly, with a sharp pain in my heart, I looked down and saw that Carl had stabbed my birthday surprise into my heart.

"I, Carl Charles Dodgson, future alpha of Demon Forest Pack, now reject you, Stephanie Amber Woodville, as my mate. "He spoke out the coldest words in a voice full of magnetism and seduction, with a look of pride.

I was in shock when I heard Carl clearly reject me.

"What the fuck?" Rose howled in my head.

I looked down and noticed the silver dagger in my heart emitting a disgusting eerie black aura. Was it a silver weapon that had been enchanted?

I heard from dad that werewolves were stronger and lived longer than humans. However, except for the wolfsbane, which was almost extinct, silver weapons, even a silver fork, as long as they were enchanted with a kind of special magic, could kill werewolves.

Why? Why did Carl want to kill me?

I felt a burning pain in my heart, and Rose screamed in my head. The blood filled my mouth, and I could smell the blood scent like rust.

"Darling, why don't you kill her until she formally accepts your rejection?"

I looked back and saw our best friend, my bestie Freya jumping from the lush tree canopy. She held two silver arrows in her hands. The arrow bodies were made of metal, and their heads were silver with some black aura around them. She straightened her pink dress, walked past me, and kissed Carl on his thin lips.

"The dying mate doesn't have to formally reject me. The moon goddess won't allow me to maintain a mate bond with a dead woman. I don't feel any pain in my heart right now, and this is proof." Carl said.

The way he looked at me was like he was staring at an abandoned doll. I couldn't feel any love and gentleness in his eyes. Instead, I felt I was facing an ice cave. It's freezing and bottomless. But when he turned to Freya, the expression on his face changed back to the tenderness and fascination I'd seen so many times before.

I immediately realized that this was all Carl and Freya's plan. Carl wanted to kill me so that the mate bond between us would break without me having to officially reject him. He wanted to be with Freya. They betrayed me.

What a wicked plan! He and Freya really looked down on me. I was the daughter of Alpha of the White Star Lake Pack. If Carl directly told me that he loved Freya, I would be sad, but I would definitely choose to fulfill both of them. Now, Carl selected to use such a cruel way to reject me. That made me feel more resentful than just sad.

"Steph, take out the dagger. Shift. I would kill them." Rose shouted in my head. She dragged me to reality. She was right. I didn't have time to feel sad and judge them now.

I held back the severe pain in my heart and spat out the blood in my mouth.

"As the future Alpha of White Star Lake Pack, I, Stephanie Amber Woodville, now, accept your rejection, Carl Charles Dodgson. "I spoke out every word clearly. Ignoring the shock on Carl's and Freya's faces, I immediately tried to pull out the enchanted dagger.

Suddenly, Carl grabbed my wrists and pinned me down on the grass. Just then, Freya stabbed me in the wrist with two arrows in her hands, one in my left wrist and the other in my right wrist. Both arrows penetrated my wrists. I was nailed to the grassland.

"No!" I screamed in pain.

I couldn't be killed by the two betrayers. I couldn't die here.

"My heart, she won't live much longer. Let's call Doctor Dave and announce Steph's death." Carl put his hand on his heart.

I had formally accepted his rejection just now. It must make him very painful. I heard Rose chuckling. She told me that son of bitch deserved to experience the pain of being rejected by his mate.

"Carl, take it easy. Steph is a newly shifted werewolf. She must have a stronger healing ability. We can stay here a little longer." Freya looked at me and gave Carl another kiss.

"Don't call me Steph, you monster!" I glared and shouted at my former bestie.

Freya had given Carl and me her best wishes yesterday, and now she was snuggling up to Carl's chest. Both of them called me my nickname with the expression of expectation that I would die soon.

"We really should go, my love." Carl gave me a stern look. He urged Freya in a whisper.

"No, Honey, I want you to fuck me right now, in front of my lovely Steph. Trust me, you will feel better after we have sex."

Tears streamed from my eyes as I watched that short and plump omega turn briskly toward the ruthless future alpha of my friend pack.

I tried to ignore the gasps and moans from the bitch couple beside me. I looked desperately at the dark, moonless sky with only stars.

Today was the New Moon. Maybe that's why Carl and Freya killed me on the day when the moon goddess was resting. They were afraid of being punished by the moon goddess, and she did not punish them.

A few minutes ago, I had thanked the moon goddess for making Carl, my mate. Now, I suspected that she sneezed and arranged a wrong mate for me.

"Damn it! I doubted if the moon goddess liked you so much, and she wanted you to serve her early, so she arranged this garbage to be your mate." Rose was still scolding Carl in my head. However, I could hear her voice fading.

I lay on the grass and listened to the clashing of their bodies and their groans that almost made me sick. I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but I found that my wrists had been completely corroded away because of the two magic silver arrowheads.

It was kind of horrible to see my both hands separating from my arms and lying alone on the left and right sides of my head.

Unfortunately, despite the newly shifted werewolves having stronger healing powers, they could not heal the deadly damage inflicted by magic silver weapons. My healing powers took precedence over my wrists to keep my essential heart and brain alive. But now, I felt like my heart was still being consumed by the magic power of the dagger.

Because of the pain, Rose moaned in my head again, and there was nothing I could do. I felt guilty for her.

"Do you regret it? Steph?" Rose asked.

"Yes, I regretted treating Freya as my best friend and falling in love with Carl. But we're dying, and it's useless to regret now. I'm sorry, Rose, we just met ten minutes ago, no, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Now, you are going to die with me. I even didn't let you run in the world. I'm so sorry." Rose's spirit was in my brain. She hadn't experienced anything, and she was going to die with me.

"Oh no, Steph, the two scums should apologize and repent. I can sense that David is outraged and sad." Rose mentioned Carl's wolf. But I had no energy to care about his wolf.

"Whatever! When will we be free? It's a terrible feeling to be destroyed while recovering." I could feel my healing powers were quickly repairing my rotting heart, but not as quickly as my tissues and other organs were eroding due to the enchanted silver weapons

"Perhaps after two or three minutes? Oh shit, before I die, I really want to try that roast chicken David just mentioned."

"Excuse me? Rose, in the last few minutes before we die, you want to eat roast chicken?" Rose had her special ability to talk with my mate's wolf. But I didn't expect her death wish was eating roast chicken.

"David said in the deepest part of the Demon Forest, there was a bar where Witch Lassie cooks the best roast chicken in the world."

Why was there a bar deep in the forest of Carl's pack? And Witch Lassie? Real witch? I never heard it from Carl, and he never took me there. All I knew was witches and wizards once existed in the world. But they hadn't been found for hundreds of years. No one knew where they lived. Could it be Witch Lassie enchant the magic on the weapons that hurt me?

"Witch Lassie?" I couldn't help saying the word I was thinking of.

"Oh, babe, you are the best!

My "Witch Lassie" appeared a little strange after Carl's praise.

Wait, they're done?

"I thought we were talking about my last wish an hour ago." Rose threw out sarcasm.

"Why hasn't she dead yet?" Freya sat up on the grass with an unsatisfied look on her face. She seemed angry, probably not because I wasn't dead.

Carl put on his trousers. His face was red after the sex, but his eyes were cold, "She's the daughter of Alpha. Maybe she's better than the average werewolves."

"Of course, you three-minute bastard! Steph, you should be glad he rejected you." Rose shouted in my head. She was right. I should have been happy about his rejection. But so far, my pain and sadness were much more than the useless joy.

Freya walked over to me and squatted down, the ends of her blonde hair hanging down next to my cheek. She gave a smirk. "Stephanie, you know Witch Lassie? You surprised me. You must know she is a wonderful witch with mystery magic power. Unfortunately, she won't help us enchant the silver dagger and arrows to kill wolves. That weirdo is too stubborn and stupid, just like Patrick."

I was never interested in magical gens. But Freya mentioned Patrick. My eyes opened wide as I recalled my poor twin brother Patrick had fallen off a cliff and died a year earlier, the day before our 17th birthday. He would have been with me today and found his mate.

"Don't look at me with that innocent and sad look. I've been miserable with you for several days since I pushed him off the cliff." Freya was smiling, but I thought her lovely baby face was full of malice.

"Why?" She pushed Patrick off the cliff? I couldn't believe it. Why didn't Patrick notice? What the hell did they do?

"Because he heard what Carl and I were planning."

Her dark green eyes were fierce, and her hand twisted 90 degrees around the wooden handle of the dagger on my heart.

I spit out a big mouthful of blood, and the rate of life loss was accelerating. But the pain was nothing compared to the grief and anger I felt when I knew my Patrick had died of murder.

"He was really naive, just like you. He could have left quietly, and instead, he came out and said, why did we hurt you? It's funny. What a stupid wolf! "

"Shut up!" I shouted without too much strength, desperately hoping I could stand up and tear this monster apart.

She continued, "I begged him to forgive us. We were forced to kill you. He believed. Then you guess what? I kicked him out of the cliff."

"You monsters. Freya, Carl, I would definitely tear you! Kill you!" I shouted as loudly as I could. But, suddenly, I lost all my power. Time out.

"Sorry, Steph, I gotta go." I heard Rose's saying.

Tears began to run down the corners of my eyes. I did not realize that my trust in my best friend and expectation of my future mate would lead to my destruction directly.

I thought of my dad, and my tears flowed more. He used to be a little cold to Carl. Maybe he found Carl was not as good as he looked. But I never asked him why and didn't try to figure it out. Because I listened to Carl's provocations that my father was acting so cold because Patrick was dead and I was a girl who couldn't be our pack's Alpha.

I believed Carl's saying without asking my dad's real thoughts and even avoided meeting him for the past year. How stupid I was.

And my mom, I hadn't seen my mom since she gave birth to Patrick and me. She left the pack suddenly. She told my dad she would come back before Patrick and I shifted. But she didn't. We had waited for our mom for 18 years.

Would she come back after I died? If she wouldn't, my dad would literally live alone. Would he be killed by Carl and Freya?

I felt hopeless since I didn't have any strength to move to remind my dad. After thinking about this, my mind began to grow weak. I was dying.

I didn't know if my soul would meet Patrick and serve the moon goddess with him. Or I would be a ghost wandering in the world. If I had the honor to serve the moon goddess, I would definitely denounce the two jerks. If I hadn't, I would take my revenge on them, even I became a ghost.

"Bye, Steph!" Rose left her last words to me and then disappeared into my mind.

"Bye, Rose!" I closed my eyes.

Before my soul left that broken body, I seemed to hear the wolf howling. Who was it? I was pretty sure that howl wasn't from my dad.

"You stupid wolf. Hurry up. Save her!" Who's talking? Could I get saved? My heart had corroded away, and Rose died before me unless the moon goddess came and returned the time to save us.

I swallowed the blood with the unknown flower flavor in my mouth. At least, I could not die without eating anything.

"You are gonna be fine, my silly m..."

Who's talking? I only saw someone's lip was moving before I lost my vision. I didn't hear the complete sentence. So, the last word I heard in this world was 'silly'?

Well, he was right. I was silly, though I didn't like what he said.

[Arthur's POV]

Paul told me he was tired and wanted to have a rest. I agreed and shifted to my human form.

We were about three miles from the White Star Lake. I thought it wouldn't take about half an hour to get there.

I touched the brown cloth bag in front of my chest to ensure the crystal bottle inside was intact. I was still worried and took the bottle out of the bag. I was relieved when seeing that the two glowing bloody pills at the bottle's bottom were not missing. I put the bottle back into the cloth bag.

"Oops, being naked under a beautiful and elegant lady is not the alpha king of the Silver Moon Pack."

I looked up at the witch sitting on the floating wool blanket. The glowing crystal made her red hair as bright as the blood-colored pills in my bottle. She covered her amber eyes with a look of disgust on her face as if she had seen a garbage dump, though I didn't think my figure was very bad.

"If you hated me and wanted to get rid of me quickly, you should have put me on your flying woolen blanket. Or give me a flying broom, Witch Lassie," I said, looking in my backpack for my only pair of dark blue sports shorts.

"Come on. It's the 21st century now. Do you still believe witches fly by using those uncomfortable brooms? Alpha boy, if you became as heavy as the bird on my shoulder, I would gladly give you a lift. It's twenty minutes to twelve. You'd better hurry." The lark on her shoulder sang proudly to me.

"I don't think Eric, that wise man, would allow his daughter to be in danger." After putting on the sports pants, I walked quickly forward as I challenged the incident Lassie had mentioned.

Eric was the Alpha of the White Star Lake Pack. He was intelligent and strong. We hadn't seen each other for about 20 years, since the Alpha Conference and my coronation ceremony 20 years ago. I didn't think his daughter would be a stupid werewolf who would be easily killed by someone.

[Flashback]

Lassie showed up unannounced at my pack house yesterday afternoon. To my surprise, she asked me to take 'the Thing' immediately and go to the mysterious Leyte Mountain with her to save my future mate.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to hear that because I hadn't found my mate for over 30 years since I turned 18.

As an alpha who owned one of the three biggest packs (or Kingdoms in human's saying) on the Night Moon Continent, I hadn't found my luna until I was 50 years old. Even though my face and body remained virtually unchanged from my 20s, the fact that I hadn't found my mate for 30 years still sounded incredible. But it was true.

Knowing my future luna was in danger, I grabbed the Thing at once and rushed to my SUV. The Leyte Mountain was in the southeast of my pack. It would take me 10 hours to drive from my pack to Leyte Mountain without sleep.

During those 10 hours, Witch Lassie only told me that my future mate would be killed by two wolves at midnight, and then she kept sleeping in the back of my car for almost ten hours.

Several minutes ago, we arrived in the woods of Leyte Mountain. But I was still not sure if my mate, whom I'd never met, was worth sharing 'The Unique Thing' in the bottle laying on my chest. After all, the witch asked for 100 years of my life as the condition she helped me release the power of 'the Thing.' and sent me back to the world of 30 years ago.

If I lived to be 300 years old, which was the average life span of werewolves in this world, then I still had 250 years left. But, if I paid Lassie 100 years of my life, I would meet my death on my 250th birthday. 100 years was a bargain for returning to 30 years ago.

If I succeeded, I would save Emily, my only human friend, also my first love's life. And I would probably get a chance to let her fall in love with me.

However, now everything changed after Lassie told me my future mate was dying. Lassie told me she could divide the Thing into two drops for my future mate and me. But its power would be much weakened when the Thing was used for two werewolves.

Simply think it. I could have been sent back to 30 years ago if I swallowed the Thing by myself. I could experience a second chance at everything.

Now, if I shared the Thing with my future mate, I would be sent back to 1 or 2 years ago, probably at the cost of 100 years of my life, too.

That was unfair, actually. It was not I was afraid of losing some life. The point was I didn't know if that girl was my real mate.

[Flashback End]

It took me about one or two minutes to think about these things as I slowed down.

"Hey buddy, don't hesitate anymore. Don't you want to save our future mate? You know we both have been waiting for her for thirty-two years." Paul's reminds dragged me to reality.

He was right. I must save my mate. Even if I could only go back to a year ago, I could still save Emily.

Suddenly, Witch Lassie directed her wool blanket to stop in front of me, preventing me from moving on. She held out her fingers and made the two bloody pills in the bottle on my chest melt into liquid.

"If you still doubt what I've told you, then you can just drink this stuff right here. And I'll take your 100 years' life and use my power to send you back to thirty years ago, so you can see your beloved human girl and her lover married once again." Her amber eyes were full of displeasure with me.

"Arthur, you know that Witch Lassie's prophecies are never wrong. And no one can lie in front of us." Paul reminded me again.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized to Lassie. Obviously, my doubts were foolish.

When I was born, this witch predicted that I wouldn't meet my mate when I turned 18 in the future; after I had a crush on Emily, she told me that girl didn't love me, and she wouldn't be with me. And so far, I had been single for 50 years. All her prophecies had come true.

So, my future mate was indeed in danger of her life.

More importantly, I had a special ability as an Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. People would emit a unique smell when they lie. I could immediately smell a lie thanks to my extraordinary sense of smell. So I could detect anyone's lies.

Satisfied with my apology, Lassie waved her finger again, and the blood in the glass bottle changed into two bloody pills.

I ran as fast as I could through the forest protected by the mists and traps, with the help of Lassie's guide.

I never thought my mate would be in the White Star Lake area, a mysterious area protected by Leyte Mountain. Protected by fog, magic, and traps, the Leyte Mountain was a mysterious area that even satellites and drones couldn't detect.

Although it was located on my territory, I knew a little about this mountain except for the two packs and Eric, my old friend, living here. In this place, my proud sense of smell seemed to be dulled.

If my future mate's pack was located in the plains, I would have rescued her and driven her around in my SUV by now.

After Paul and I got out of the maze-like forest and entered the territory of the White Star Lake pack. The smell of lemon rushed into my nostrils.

My heart, which had been at peace for 30 years, seemed to be struck by an electric current.

What Lassie said was true. My mate was around here.

"It's mate!" Paul was as excited as me.

The next second, I realized that the lemon-scented wind had a strong smell of blood. I shifted immediately, and Paul yelled, "Which bastard is hurting my mate?

Paul used his faster speed than ever to get to the White Star Lake, noticing that two guys were preparing to escape. They had the smell of my mate's blood on them.

Our sanities were gone, and Paul blocked the two killers directly. The two bastards also shifted into their wolf forms at the same time.

But strangely enough, the he-wolf didn't seem to have any intention to fight. Paul seized this opportunity and bit on the neck of that he-wolf and quickly bit off the neck of the other she-wolf, ending the lives of the two assholes.

It all happened in about ten seconds as Witch Lassie used her magic to remove the dagger and two arrows from the girl, and she yelled at me, "You stupid wolf. Hurry up. Save her!"

I rushed there.

What the hell did the two rogues do to her?

Her heart had become a hole, and her wrists had disappeared, leaving her hands on the ground. Without any hesitation, I took out the two bloody pills from the bottle, fed one into her mouth, and I took the other.

Please, please swallow it. When I saw her throat moving, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank the moon goddess, she swallowed it.

"You are gonna be fine, my silly mate." I sighed, carefully wiping the tears from her face. How silly were you to get injured so badly by the two weak wolves?

I watched my future mate while waiting for Witch Lassie to use her magic to release the power of the Thing in our bodies.

My girl was about 5.6 feet, maybe just above my shoulders if she stood next to me. The long pink dress she was wearing was not suitable for her. She should have worn a slightly shorter dress to show her straight and slender legs.

I lay beside her and looked at her closely. Her long hair was a darker golden brown than amber. Her nose was delicate and straight, and her lips were like red cherries.

I wanted so badly to see her open her eyes. She must be the most beautiful girl in the world, right?

Strangely enough, after meeting my future mate, I was no longer obsessed with getting Emily's love. Was this the feeling of finding my true fated mate?

No matter what, my only thought was to save my silly mate, and then after I returned to the past, I would find her and protect her.

I would not allow anyone to hurt my luna.