Betrayed By Blood And Bond: Read The Novel My Alpha And Pup Chose His Mistress And Left Me In The Fire!

The day I decided to leave Alpha Calvin was the day I almost died in a fire.

My pup Louie's kindergarten was up in flames.

I hurled myself forward and shoved Louie clear just as a burning bookshelf collapsed.

I was crushed beneath the bookshelf. Could barely breathe.

Through the smoke and pain, I saw my pup—kneeling beside someone else. Someone not me. Not the mother who nearly died pulling him from the fire.

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"Auntie Yvette, are you okay? Louie's really scared," he sobbed, clutching her hand.

Of course. Yvette Franklin.

Her arm had a minor burn at most, but there she was—collapsed like a tragic heroine.

"I'm fine, sweetheart," she whispered, "Don't be afraid. I've got you."

Then I heard him—Alpha Calvin. Heavy footsteps pounding into the room.

"Louie! Yvette!" he called out, voice full of panic.

"Daddy, save Auntie Yvette first!" Louie shouted. "She got hurt trying to save me!"

Calvin dropped to his knees, examining Yvette like she was made of glass. No glance toward me. No "Are you okay?" Not even a flicker of recognition.

I watched, heart hammering, as the three of them—my mate, my son, his precious ex fated mate—huddled together like some picture-perfect family.

And I was the background.

Still, I wanted to live. Goddess, I wanted to live.

"Help…" I rasped. My voice was barely a breath, choked out between smoke and agony. "Help me… "

They turned—finally.

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And I saw it. That moment their faces shifted. Concern twisted into something colder. Dismissive.

"She saved our pup. I need to get her out first," Calvin muttered. "Come on, Yvette. I've got you."

Yvette, always the saint, made a show of resisting. "No—please, save her instead! I'll be fine—"

But she clung to him anyway, and he didn't stop.

"She'll be fine," Calvin said, brushing past me.

"She always fakes being sick," Louie added. "She's strong. She can wait."

And just like that—they left me.

I watched them disappear into the smoke, like I was never there. Like I never mattered.

The fire screamed around me, wild and hungry. I lay there, burning, breaking.

This is the child I carried for nine months?

The man I loved for eight years?

The family I gave everything for?

They didn't even hesitate. They just… left me.

I couldn't cry. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the heartbreak—I honestly didn't know anymore.

And in that moment, one truth hit me harder than the bookshelf ever could—

My entire life had been a joke.

The smoke thickened. My lungs burned. My vision blurred again, everything fading to gray.

And just before the darkness swallowed me whole, I made myself a promise:

If I lived through this... I would never, ever be anyone's joke again.

White ceiling. Hospital room.

It took me a long moment to realize I was awake.

Just as I reached the hallway, I heard laughter.

Then I heard his voice.

Louie.

Careful, I moved closer, peeking through the narrow crack in the door.

And there they were.

Yvette, tucked into bed like some delicate porcelain doll. Old Luna Kate sitting beside her, slicing an apple with practiced hands. And Louie, my son, curled up against Yvette's side.

"Auntie Yvette, does it still hurt?"

Yvette smiled and said: "Auntie Yvette's just fine, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about me."

Old Luna Kate, perched by the window. "If you ask me, it's that Audrey who's cursed. Nothing ever happens when anyone else picks Louie up. But the one day she shows up—boom—kindergarten burns down."

Yvette turned her head slightly, "Auntie Kate, Louie's right here. Let's not talk like that in front of him."

Louie picked up a slice of apple and held it to Yvette's lips like it was the most natural thing. His brows drew together. "But Auntie Yvette… I think Grandma's right. I don't like Mommy. I wish you were my mom instead."

My heart didn't just break—it crumbled. Piece by piece.

I'd carried that boy for nine months. Risked my life to bring him into this world. Stood in fire for him.

And he… he hated me so much.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt the tears hit my lips—salty, bitter, silent.

Then I heard him.

"You're awake? Why are you just standing out here?"

I spun around.

Calvin stood there, holding a tray of food. His expression was unreadable. Cold.

I wiped my face quickly. "Didn't want to interrupt your picture-perfect family moment," I said quietly.

His jaw clenched. "Don't start. Not the moment you wake up."

He brushed past me and pushed open the door.

"Daddy!" Louie called out, his whole face lighting up. He started to jump off the bed—then he saw me.

And just like that, his joy disappeared.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. His voice was a blade of ice. "Auntie Yvette needs rest."

I tightened my grip on the crutches, knuckles white, but the throb in my leg was nothing compared to the sharp, relentless ache in my chest.

I forced my voice to stay even, even as my soul cracked open.

"Louie…" I said softly. "Do you not want me to be your mother anymore?"

He didn't even hesitate.

"No," he said. "I like Auntie Yvette better. If I could choose, I'd want her to be my mom."

The breath left my lungs like I'd been punched. I stared at my own pup and felt the ground fall away beneath me.

I turned to Luna Kate. "And you, mother—do you regret having me as your daughter-in-law?"

"I never wanted you in this pack," she said, her voice loud and sure.

I turned to Calvin, tears burning in my eyes, but my voice was steady.

"And you, Calvin. My mate. Do you still want me as your Luna?"

His face darkened with that familiar scowl he wore when I pushed too hard.

"Must you make a scene the moment you wake up?" he snapped. "I'm tired of your theatrics."

There it was.

The truth, laid bare.

I straightened, though my legs trembled, and let a cold, clear smile rise to my lips. I turned to Yvette.

"Congratulations," I said. "You've gotten exactly what you wanted."

Yvette's eyes gleamed, triumphant.

Before she could reply, Calvin rose abruptly, his irritation boiling over. "What are you talking about?"

I met his glare head-on. I didn't flinch. Not anymore.

"We're done," I said. "I'm filing for divorce."

"I, Audrey Higgins, hereby reject you, Calvin Olson, as my mate."

"I found you a lawyer. Xavien Caruso is my cousin, two years ahead of us in school," my friend Bailey said.

"He's handling your case personally," Bailey added. "I asked him to assign someone, but the second he heard your name, he said nope, he'd take it himself. So yeah—guess you made an impression."

When I arrived at the designated private booth, someone was already sitting there. He wore pale athletic gear, like he'd just stepped off a tennis court or a yacht—very not-lawyer.

I slowed, taking him in.

Strong jaw. Razor-sharp features. Thick, styled hair. And right at his temple—a faint scar. A whisper of danger in an otherwise polished face.

That had to be Xavien.

I walked up and offered my hand, professional. "Mr. Caruso. I'm Audrey."

He glanced at my hand, let it hang there in the air, then gave me a slow once-over that made my skin crawl a little.

"I know who you are, Audrey."

I slowly pulled my hand back and took the seat across from him. "So Bailey filled you in?"

"Not through Bailey."

I raised an eyebrow. "Then how?"

"Back in law school," he said, leaning back, "there were two legends under Professor Collins. Ever hear of them?"

I shook my head. "No, but you've got my attention."

"The first," he said, lifting his coffee for a sip, "was a genius. He built his own firm. Undefeated to this day."

I tilted my head, already guessing where this was going. "Let me guess. That's you."

He didn't even pretend to be modest. Just nodded, pleased.

"And the second?" he said, tone shifting. "Another of Collins' favorites. Bright, ambitious, offered a dual-degree program most people would kill for. But she turned it down for a man. Put on an apron. Became someone's Luna. Vanished."

My grip tightened around my coffee cup.

He didn't say my name. Didn't have to.

I could still hear Professor Collins' voice from all those years ago, stern and sharp: "Is a man worth giving up your future?"

Back then, I thought the answer was yes.

Now?

Now I wasn't so sure.

Then he leaned in, tone shifting again. Businesslike.

"Why file for divorce?"

"I know how the Olsons work. If I ask nicely, they'll toss me out with nothing. So, I'm taking them to court because I want what's mine."

He leaned back, visibly intrigued now. The arrogant smirk faded into something sharper. Respect, maybe.

"Then I suppose… cheers to our cooperation."

I took it. Firm grip. No more hesitation.

When we parted, I said to him：

"First time we meet, yet I feel we'll cooperate well."

As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me. Like he was seeing something I couldn't even see in myself.

And then, just as I reached the steps, I heard him murmur under his breath—so low I almost missed it.

"Who said this was the first time we've met?"

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