Chapter 6
As soon as Sampson heard I wanted to sever our mate bond, his face turned pale.
In a trembling voice, he begged, “No… You can’t, Bethany! I won’t agree with severing the mate bond! I really love you!”
I didn’t give him any chances, and snapped, “You said you love me, but you can still sleep with another she–wolf without a care in the world. You can keep a love like that to
yourself.”
All the Alphas from the other Packs who worked with him had been watching from below. It was no longer possible to get their support. The only cooperation he had left was the Eastplain Pack—the pack I was originally from.
Sampson was already isolated, with no one on his side. He stood there with his chest heaving, and then gave a mocking laugh. “You said I cheated, but do you have proof? Your footage can only prove that I spent the night with a friend at home.‘
As I surveyed Sampson’s smug expression, it dawned upon me just how shameless he truly was–I couldn’t believe I only found out now.
“Bethany, if you admit your mistake, we can still go back to how things were. I’ll make Desiree go far away. I won’t let her disturb us again.”
I wasn’t able to think of any proof as a retort.
As I was about to say something, a figure stepped in front of me.
“You want proof? I’ve got it right here,” Lambert said.
He pulled out his phone and played the footage of Sampson and Desiree in a bar’s private room. They were kissing passionately, wrapped in a heated embrace.
Lambert’s lips curved into a scornful smirk. “Still want to call her just a friend?”
Sampson, recognizing Lambert, snapped furiously, “You’re not even from this pack
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anymore, Lambert! What right do you have to meddle in our affairs? I knew it… It’s you! You’re the one behind this! You’re the one who told Bethany I’m alive! You’re the one who’s turning us against each other!”
Livid, Sampson transformed into a wolf and lunged at Lambert. Instantly, two werewolves began to clash.
The men from Sampson’s pack wanted to help, but they were stopped by Lambert’s guards.
The funeral soon devolved into a brawl.
Lambert was tall, large, powerful–he didn’t hesitate as he swiped his claws at Sampson’s
face.
Sampson had been indulging in decadence in the past three months, which weakened his physical fitness. He quickly lost ground and was defeated, his body full of bloody wounds.
One of his ears was even torn off. His face, covered in blood, was twisted in humiliation.
Sampson immediately knelt in front of me.
“I really love you, Bethany,” he pleaded, his voice weak and pitiful. “I was drunk that night, and thought Desiree was you. Lambert’s just taking advantage of this because he wants to drive a wedge between us. You can’t let him deceive you! I’m the only one who really loves
you…”
But I cut him off before he could even finish.
“Think about the severance of our mate bond. I don’t have that much patience.”
With that, I turned and walked away without looking back.
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