My Cheating Mate (Emma and Jeremy) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

“Please

“No. Hard no. Call someone else. He hung up.

Two refusals. Two rogue groups who wouldn’t help because they were scared of Lord Castellan.

I tried a third number. This one didn’t even answer went straight to voicernail. Like they’d seen Thomas Vex’s daughter calling and decided to avoid the conversation entirely.

I stood in the tree line, watching Connor with Grace, my phone in my hand, rage and desperation making my vision blur

No one would help me. The rogues were too scared of Castellan. Too professional to take jealousy contracts. Too smart to target the Alpha’s daughter during her mate bond formation.

Which meant I was alone. Completely alone in trying to stop this.

Connor laughed at something Grace said. Actually laughed—the real kind, not the polite social laugh. And Grace smiled, that quiet smile that looked nothing like manipulation and everything like genuine connection.

He was choosing her. Right there in front of me, he was choosing her.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

I could go out there. Could interrupt their conversation. Could try one more time to make Connor see reason, to remind him of what we’d built, to show him that Grace was wrong for him.

But I’d already tried that. At dinner. When I’d laid out all my arguments, all my logical reasons why our relationship was better

than a mate bond with a stranger.

And he’d left anyway. Had come here anyway. Was sitting with her anyway.

I’d lost. Completely, devastatingly lost.

The rage was still there. Still burning. But underneath it–grief. Real, painful grief for the future I’d planned. For the six months I’d invested. For the relationship I’d thought we were building.

Gone. All of it gone because the Moon Goddess had decided Grace Trent should be Connor’s mate.

I turned away from the garden. Couldn’t watch anymore. Couldn’t stand seeing him choose her one moment at a time.

My phone buzzed. Text from my father: “Your mother said you’re upset. Do I need to make some calls about the Trent situation?

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He would. If I asked, my father would absolutely make calls. Would use his Council connections and his rogue contacts and his political influence to make the Trent family’s life difficult.

But I’d seen how that went eighteen years ago. They’d survived mercenaries and hunters and Council threats. Had built a coalition that was stronger than ever. My father’s “calls” would accomplish nothing except making me look petty and desperate.

I texted back: “No. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Another lie. I wasn’t fine. Was the opposite of fine.

But calling rogues hadn’t worked. Manipulation hadn’t worked. Logic hadn’t worked.

Nothing was going to work because Connor Reed was choosing his mate. And no amount of rage or jealousy or calling in favors would change that.

I walked back to my car, leaving Connor and Grace in their garden. Left them to their mate bond and their getting–to–know–you conversations and their future together.

A future I wasn’t part of.

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