Marked by My Alpha, Sacrificed for His Mistress
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My Alpha was the one who started the fire—he lit it with his own hands, ready to burn his own children alive, just so his little mistress Beta Sasha could become Luna without a hitch.
I ran into the flames, carrying two unconscious pups on my back, and jumped from the fifth floor. My palms were scorched, skin torn, flesh charred.
I thought saving his “future heirs” with my own life might earn me a word of gratitude.
But when I woke up, the tribe’s medic looked at me coldly and said, “The Alpha is with Beta Sasha. She was... frightened.”
That was the moment I finally understood—I wasn’t his fated mate, not their mother, not even part of the pack.
I was just a vessel on their path to power. A body—if it didn’t burn, it could still be used.
I ran into the flames, carrying two unconscious pups on my back, and jumped from the fifth floor. My palms were scorched, skin torn, flesh charred.
I thought saving his “future heirs” with my own life might earn me a word of gratitude.
But when I woke up, the tribe’s medic looked at me coldly and said, “The Alpha is with Beta Sasha. She was... frightened.”
That was the moment I finally understood—I wasn’t his fated mate, not their mother, not even part of the pack.
I was just a vessel on their path to power. A body—if it didn’t burn, it could still be used.














































