His Betrayed Mate Is A Famous Healer

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This was something I shouldn't have thought so much about before doing, yet I battled with it.

I glanced at the prince, who hadn't taken his eyes off me, probably waiting to hear me reject my mate. So I put myself together to do this, because it was safer than it ending abruptly. I walked to Alpha Samson and folded my arms against my chest, “Alpha, it's nice meeting you again as my patient.”

He blinked, but still had his eyes on me.

“First, I should assure you that what I'm about to do doesn't change the fact that you are under my care. Until you're stable, I will be your healer.” I started, but my chest was so heavy, like a rock was placed on it. “Therefore, I, Beta Annette Lowell, reject you, Alpha Samson Brooks, as my fated mate. Henceforth, we aren't mates and should part ways.”

He did not frown nor did he smile, but his gaze on me was too thick to my liking. I feared he wouldn't accept it, or the prince would be triggered to have him out of their clan, but he nodded soon, slowly, and tried to adjust his body position. “I accept your rejection…” he muttered and shifted his gaze away from us.

I was so stupid to become more emotional at that moment. Not like we had intimacy in the past, or he marked me, just the broken matebond, and I wanted to burst into tears.

If I wanted to end this, I should have done it years back, no matter the risk. Now, who would turn out as my second chance mate? I really didn't want one and just wanted to live my life alone.

A brief discussion with the prince showed how delighted he was that I did what he wanted and that Samson didn't oppose it. But deep down, I was beginning to resent him for forcing me into doing this.

A few hours later, I left to take a short rest at home since Samson was finally awake. I had a quick bath, got ready, and left to see Aunt Penelope. I needed someone to pour out my heart to, and she was the only one I knew at that moment.

I made my way into her room, and she was busy chatting with her manager, so I bowed to them in greetings.

“Girl, it's been so long. How is it at work? You look so stressed,” she was already on her feet and leading me to a seat on the sofa. “Why do you have dark circles and an eye bag? What is wrong with you?”

At that time, the manager excused herself, and we were left alone.

I sniffed and forced up a smile, “You worry a lot, knowing my nature of work.”

She shook her head, "You've not had this before, and I've never stayed this long without seeing you. What kinda patient kept you away from taking a rest?”

“My mate!” I couldn't really hold it back any longer.

Penelope wrinkled her forehead, “Are you okay? What mate are you talking about?”

I had told her how my mate rejected me, and I ran off, and she was the only one who knew before the prince. If not Isobel making a show of herself in the ICU, no other person would have known.

“Alpha Samson was almost dead and was brought into the clan, so I had to attend to him since no other healer could handle it.” I took a deep gulp, fighting back the tears in my eyes from streaming down my cheeks, or that would be so foolish of me.

Penelope understood how I felt at that moment and took my hand into hers. “Can you calm down and explain? Don't you dare shed those tears before me.”

I nodded, as the good girl I had been to her. “I was able to revive him from his unconscious state, but that was because I struck a deal with the prince. He found out about my relationship with Samson and insisted he would be taken out of the clan, or I would reject him after treating him.” I paused and sniffed hard. “Without any choice, I accepted, because I was even arrested for disobeying the king's order.”

At that time, I couldn't help but break into heavy sobs. “Aunt, I treated my mate, and I then rejected him, something I never wanted to do. I saw how weak he was when accepting it. I hate Samson so much, but I don't even understand why I'm feeling this way when I should be happy to end things with him. I feel like I made a mistake.”

She pulled me into an embrace, patting my back gently while I cried my eyes out.

How did I become so softhearted over someone that I moved on from? I didn't have a wolf, or I would think she was the one doing this to me.

“I remember hearing a lycan mention how the matebond doesn't dissolve completely just immediately, so it would take some time for you to move on. And don't you think it's normal to cry over someone you loved and just broke up with? So don't blame yourself so much…” She comforted me, even though nothing changed.

Some minutes later, she pulled away, looked me in the face, and added, “I don't understand what the lycan prince is up to right now, so you must be careful around him and not give a damn about him, okay?”

I nodded. I wouldn't make that mistake with how he's been acting.

“Just focus on your career, and don't forget to adopt a son and daughter if you still don't want a man.”

She'd been giving me that advice since I had no interest in men, so I nodded as well and wiped my cheeks.

I felt so light that I told her all that and even cried to my satisfaction. Maybe that would be the end of Samson in my life, and I wouldn't recall that someone like him still exists.

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Unlike how I thought my night would be, I slept peacefully and had sweet dreams, too. I didn't even see a figure of Samson in my dreams like he'd appeared sometimes before the rejection, so I understood that we were done for and would now focus on ourselves.

He already had my sister, so he could keep going without guilt.

Like the normal work days, I got ready and boarded a cab to the hospital. I was approached by one of the nurses, who announced that Samson had been taken off the ICU into one of the VIP wards, so I reached into the ward to find him awake, but still lying down.

I asked him while dropping my belongings at the side, “Had they cleaned you up?”

He shook his head, “No one came in since they brought me here.”

Really? They wouldn't give a f**k about him, and he should just be lucky I was here.

His voice was more audible than yesterday, and it delighted me that I had successfully gotten another patient back from the pit of hell.

I decided to clean him up before reaching my office and doing other things, so I made use of the bathroom, got a napkin, and a bucket of water.

“Your Luna should be doing this, but she's imprisoned for her stupidity. Your beta would be so busy, so I'm only helping out." I said, so he understood that I owed him nothing but treatments.

He kept staring at me, responding to every one of my hand movements on his body, until I was left to clean his pelvis.

I had done that to so many patients when I felt I couldn't wait for their family or nurses to waste my time. But touching that part of his body was something I didn't know how to begin. But if I don't, then I would suffer it if I had to strip him for any medical purpose, cause his d**k was gonna smell.

With no choice left, I gathered my courage and slowly took off the inner pants and began wiping him. When I glanced at him, he was still watching as though searching for something in me, but I paid less attention to that and just wanted to be quick and move away.

I expected him, who hated and dumped me, to not react to my touch, but watching him get hard when I hadn't even wiped his d**k made my belly twist.

For some time, I froze, sparing glances at his face as well as the hardened c**k erect before me. My mouth watered, but I got such a feeling out of me and dropped the napkin to the side.

How was he reacting to my touch even when he accepted the rejection? I had a good look at the turgid rod, covered in his veins, causing a strange heat to pull in me.

“Your beta can continue from here…” I said to him and quickly grabbed my belongings.

He didn't call me back, nor did I glance back at him.

Once I entered my office and slammed the door shut, I released a heavy breath.

What was that? I couldn't believe my p***y was already getting wet just by the sight of that.

It was good that I left. I shouldn't be over his c**k when he wasn't the only man with one.