Chapter 1 Betrayal From My Boyfriend

**Tanya''s POV**

Well, I never thought I''d end up like this.

Awake, naked, on a soft woolen bed that definitely isn''t mine, wrapped in the arms of a ridiculously handsome stranger I absolutely don''t recognize. As if that wasn''t bad enough, I have zero memory of what happened last night.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds, hoping—no, *praying*—that I''m dreaming. But when I open them again, I''m staring straight into a pair of icy blue eyes.

I scream.

I have no clue who this guy is or how I ended up in this room. All I know is that yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. And just like everything else in my life, it was a complete disaster.

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**One day earlier**

"Oh God, Brandon! Yes, baby, that''s it!"

I was standing in the doorway of my boyfriend''s bedroom. We''d been dating for years, and yet... I wasn''t the woman in his bed that he was screwing senseless.

The horror washing over me right now was a stark contrast to how I''d felt this morning.

I''d woken up with this amazing buzz of excitement. Even if no one else cared, I deserved to enjoy my day. After all, turning eighteen was huge.

To my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop let me leave work early as a birthday gift. Heart soaring with excitement, I''d rushed over to Brandon''s house.

Brandon was the only person in my life who''d ever shown me love and care, despite what everyone else thought of me. I trusted him completely. And in a matter of seconds, that trust shattered into a million pieces.

Nothing could unsee what I was witnessing. They were both completely naked, backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands gripping the bedsheets, while Brandon was behind her, panting like a dog in heat as he pounded into her.

"You like that? Tell me you like it," he growled hungrily.

"Yes, baby! Oh God, yes! Harder! Faster!"

Her pleas only made Brandon go wilder, gripping her waist to slam himself against her with frenzied speed.

"Fuck—you feel so damn good!" she gasped, trying to speak as her body jerked with each thrust.

Then, as if he wasn''t close enough already, he threw himself forward. His large hand found the back of her head, shoving her face into the pillow while he humped her like an animal.

"Shit, I''m close!" His masculine grunts turned into animalistic growls as his body prepared to explode.

Beneath him, the girl''s moans turned into high-pitched screams of pleasure, even muffled by the pillow. Together they hit their peak, making the bed rock like a boat in rough seas.

I don''t know what snapped me out of my frozen shock, but just as they collapsed, I found my voice.

"How could you, Brandon!"

His sweaty face whipped around to stare at me, startled. But I didn''t wait for his response. I fled, rushing out of the house, barely catching a glimpse of the girl in his arms—too heartbroken to care about seeing her face.

I should''ve seen this coming. I should''ve realized by now that my life was destined to be pure misery.

I, Tanya, am a complete disappointment.

My father, Richard, is Alpha of the Blackhide Pack—small but incredibly powerful. Like most Alphas, he desperately wanted a son to carry on his legacy. Unfortunately for him, his wife could only give him a daughter. So Richard turned to surrogacy. The surrogate was my mother, an ordinary omega wolf in the pack.

My father was furious when I was born female. He vowed to have nothing to do with me. Of course, when Mom died shortly after my birth, he had no choice but to take me in.

Richard hated me for being a girl. It didn''t help that I turned out to be an omega wolf.

Worst of all, at thirteen, most werewolves manifest their wolf, allowing them to shift forms. I was eighteen and my wolf still hadn''t appeared. I had no wolfish powers—no strength, no durability. I didn''t even have a scent like other wolves.

I was weaker than a human.

Richard hated weakness, so he hated me. His wife despised me too. She hated my mother for sharing her husband, and that hatred transferred to me.

I was treated like dirt and lived no better than a slave in my father''s house. I probably would''ve killed myself long ago if it weren''t for Alina, my step-sister. She was two years older than me and, unlike her parents, she wasn''t cruel to me.

Everything in my life was a nightmare—everything except Brandon.

Brandon was one of the most powerful wolves in Richard''s pack. He was smart, intelligent, and gorgeous. Everyone expected him to be the next Alpha after Richard. He had the attention of the prettiest girls in the whole pack, yet somehow, he''d chosen me.

Brandon was the light in my darkness. I''d been planning to give him my virginity on my eighteenth birthday, wanting to give myself completely to him. But now that dream was destroyed, burned to ash by reality.

In the end, I truly was an abomination that could never be loved.

I didn''t make it home before collapsing in a dark alley, crying my heart out. It felt like my entire world was crashing down.

Alina found me soon after. I had no idea how she''d tracked me down or how she knew I was having a breakdown, but I didn''t care. I needed someone to comfort me, and she was there.

I told her what happened with Brandon through tears and sobs while she listened calmly and comforted me.

A car sped by, its headlights illuminating the dark alley for a split second before it hit the highway. In that brief moment, I saw that Alina''s watch was identical to the one on the wrist of the girl Brandon had been screwing.

"That stupid girl even has a watch just like yours!" I wailed, the pain of my boyfriend''s betrayal stabbing through my heart.

"She did?" Alina replied, immediately taking off her watch. "There are probably tons of watches like this," she stuttered, staring down at it.

Alina seemed flustered as she examined the watch, and I thought I caught a glimpse of fear and panic in her eyes. But it was only for a moment before she quickly regained her usual cheerful demeanor. I knew my step-sister would never betray me, so I didn''t dwell on it. She was probably just weirded out that her watch got caught up in such an awful situation.

"You know what? I''ll just throw this away," she laughed, tossing the watch into the distance. "We don''t need any bad memories ruining our night."

"Our night?" I asked, confused.

"Come on," she laughed, dragging me along. "You don''t think your big sister''s going to let your eighteenth birthday end on such a sour note? Come on, let''s get you dressed up. Time to get drunk!"