The Wolf Queen's Exile

Chapter 4 Fate Made Me Betray

Andre's POV

I loved Dicia. I had loved her since childhood, watching her blossom from an adorable child into a radiant teen and finally into the stunning woman she was then.

No one could have loved her more than I did. She was the most important person in my life. I could not live without her.

I adored her unique violet eyes. She was so regal and breathtaking—no one could ever have matched her angelic presence. She was my angel.

I had vowed to love her forever, cherish her, and make her happy. For her, I would have done anything.

Our love had never been a game. I had claimed her as mine, marked her as my Luna. I had meant every word, every vow.

Not only was she beautiful, but she was also a fierce warrior. She was flawless in every way, and the thought of losing her was unbearable.

We had been together since our teenage years. My love for her had always burned like an unquenchable, eternal flame. I had believed it would always burn this fiercely for her.

But what had I done then? What the hell had I done?

Out of nowhere, a fated mate had appeared, shattering everything between us.

I had been inexplicably, irresistibly drawn to her. This woman, my fated one, had exuded a scent that intoxicated me—a blend of oranges and strawberries, sweet and impossible to resist. I had been utterly captivated.

I had been utterly enchanted. My wolf, Kaya, had been just as entranced, desperate to make her ours. I had lost control. In that moment, my love for Dicia had faded, and my thoughts had been consumed by this fated woman.

When Tina had closed the distance between us, I had been powerless to resist. I had wanted to pounce on her, to claim her then and there.

Our pheromones had mingled in the air, thick and intoxicating. Neither of us could resist the pull. We had been irresistibly drawn to each other, compelled to touch, kiss, and mate to ease the unbearable tension.

Tina had not been able to contain herself. She had led me to the balcony, and I had followed, utterly powerless to resist.

She had looked at me with intense infatuation, her eyes filled with admiration. "Andre, I need you!" she had said. Her voice had trembled with need. She had thrown her arms around me, her lips crashing into mine with a fiery passion I could not resist. My wolf, Kaya, had been brimming with excitement, urging me to give in. I had thought I could resist the pull of this fated connection, but in that moment, I had been powerless against fate's grip.

My hands had explored Tina's body, and she had burned with desire, her legs wrapping around my waist as if to claim me. The balcony had been drenched in the intoxicating scent of our pheromones, a dizzying haze that clouded my thoughts.

"Andre, I want more." Tina gasped. Her voice was thick with desperation.

But even as I had felt the thrill of her touch, a sharp pang of guilt had torn at me. A sliver of reason had screamed inside me, reminding me of Dicia—my wife, my love, the one I had sworn to protect and cherish. How could I have done this to her? How could I have betrayed her like that?

"Why is fate playing such a cruel game with me?" I shouted. My voice cracked as I shoved Tina away. She stared at me, her eyes wide with shock and hurt.

"Please, Andre." She pleaded. Tears poured down her face. "Do not push me away. I need you. I need you so much." She tried to step closer, but I backed away, my heart weighed down by conflict.

"I have a wife, Tina. I cannot do this to her," I said firmly, though my voice wavered.

Tina's face contorted with desperation. "Please, do not reject me. You want me too, Andre. I know you do. We could be so happy together. Just give in to this."

"No," I said sharply. I cut her off. "This will only hurt Dicia."

Tina's expression darkened, a bitter rage flashing in her eyes. "This was meant to be mine!" she spat. "She replaced me, Andre. My parents, my husband, my position as wolf queen—it was all meant to be mine! If I had grown up here, none of this would have been hers. She stole it all from me!"

Her hatred for Dicia was unmistakable, but I could not let her words go unchallenged. "Dicia is innocent in all of this," I told her firmly. "Dicia had no idea about any of this. It was not her fault. If you are going to point fingers, point them at your parents—they are the ones who mistook her for you."

"There is no use crying over spilled milk now," Tina sobbed.

"Please, do not push me away. If you just do not reject me, I will finally be happy. Andre, I will settle for being your mistress. I will not threaten your wife's position. Please, just say yes."

We were both in agony. Dicia was suffering too. Why did fate have to be so brutal to us?

What the hell was I supposed to do?

If I did not turn Tina away, I would have to give in to her. But what about Dicia—what would happen to her? Dicia would never want to share me with another woman. She loved me.

"I need to go back and talk to Dicia," I said. I left the balcony in a hurry.

When I returned to the hall, Dicia was gone. She had left.

She must have been crushed. She must have sensed what had happened between Tina and me.

I bolted from that godawful party, hell-bent on finding Dicia.

But when I got home, she was not there. I did not know what to do. She must have stormed off into the woods to let her rage out.

I could tell she was seething, shattered, and hurting. I did not know how to comfort her.

I slumped onto the couch, waiting for Dicia to come back.

It was not until the early hours of the morning that she finally walked in. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, and the glare she shot me was pure fury.

I tried to explain, but she exploded at me, accusing me of betrayal. She did not want to hear a word I had to say. In a fit of rage, she slammed the door in my face.

I was at a loss for words. I had given in to Tina—and I had wanted to.

She was not wrong. I had betrayed her. I had sworn to love only her, to live with her forever, to make her my everything. But then, I had shattered that promise. I had betrayed my love, my vow, everything.

I was such a damn fool.

But I could not let Dicia leave me. I needed her. If she left the pack, we would lose a warrior of unmatched ferocity, and my power would wane. Dicia would suffer too—no pack would accept her, condemning her to a life as a lone, wandering wolf. I would never let her endure such a wretched fate.

I lingered outside her door, desperate to explain myself, to make things right. After two torturous hours, I hoped her rage had simmered down enough for us to talk. With a forceful shove, I burst through the door and stepped into the room.

The room was cloaked in shadows, and there she lay, sprawled on the bed.

I climbed onto the bed, easing myself beside her, aching to hold her close. But she flinched, pulling away, her body a fortress against my reach.

Our voices exploded into a fiery argument. Her rage blazed like wildfire, while I sank into a sea of regret, cursing how I had let it come to that.

I needed time to steel myself, to find the strength to resist Tina's pull. My parents, the Green family, my entire pack—they would all demand I claim her as my own. After all, she was my fated mate. Claiming her would amplify my strength and shower the pack with prosperity. But losing Dicia or turning Tina away would leave me weakened either way.

They would expect the three of us to coexist. But forcing that on Dicia would be sheer cruelty.

Her trust in me, her love—it would crumble to dust.

I would not let that happen. I loved Dicia too much to lose her.

With the pack now aware of my bond with Tina, I was terrified they would pressure me into claiming her. They might even insist Tina bear my Alpha heir. And if that happened, Dicia's heartbreak would only grow.