Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 232:

My mouth went dry, and the words didn’t come out right away. My mind couldn’t process them.

No. She can’t be…

“You knew about this?” I finally managed to ask, my voice barely above a broken whisper. It felt like a weight crushed my chest, the realization suffocating me. No, she didn’t know. She couldn’t have known.

I searched her face, my eyes pleading with her to tell me I was wrong. Tell me this was all a nightmare, that she was just kidding. But she didn’t.

She didn’t even flinch.

Her lips curled into a bitter laugh. “You ruined our plan, Jasmine,” she said, her words slow and deliberate, like she was speaking to a child who didn’t understand. “Maybe Jason did mess up at first, rejecting you, but you made it worse, running off with that stupid Lycan husband of yours. You have zero idea how long I’ve waited for this—how long I’ve planned for it.”

I couldn’t breathe. Planned? For me? For this? My head spun, and the world tilted again.

“I wanted you for the pack, Jasmine. I knew you’d be an asset. It was like an answer to my prayers when the Moon Goddess made you Jason’s fated mate. But because of his foolishness, he rejected you. You ruined it. You were supposed to be part of this pack, a way for us to become stronger—stronger than the Viper pack. We could’ve been unstoppable with you by our side.”

Her words cut into me like knives. Cold, calculated knives that I never thought would come from her. She was my mother—the woman who told me she loved me every day. The one I trusted with my life, the one who raised me. And now… this was the truth.noveldrama

I wanted to scream, to lash out, to tell her everything I was feeling. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t find the strength.

The pain that ripped through me wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just the agony of the blood tie, the severing of my connection to Ryder. It was deeper. It was the gut-wrenching realization that the woman who had been my rock—my safe place—had been playing me all along.

The betrayal hit like a flood.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ

It felt like fire coursing through my veins, hotter and sharper than anything I’d ever experienced. The burn of betrayal? It wasn’t just a metaphor. It wasn’t just a cliché.

It was real.

Worse than any knife I’d ever imagined, worse than the deepest wound, it tore through my chest, my heart, my soul. I was bleeding from the inside out, and the one person I thought would never hurt me was the one standing there, casually explaining how I had been a pawn in her twisted game.

She had planned this from the beginning. Planned me.

“I never stood a chance,” I whispered, more to myself than to her. I couldn’t even look at her anymore.

I had always felt something off, always felt a distance between us I couldn’t explain. But this—this—was beyond anything I could’ve ever imagined. I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t believe it.

Mom had never been just my mom. She had never been the loving, kind figure I had believed her to be.

I was nothing but a tool.

For a moment, I didn’t even recognize myself. I didn’t know who I was, what I was, or what my life even meant anymore.

The woman who had raised me was gone. The one who stood before me now was a stranger—cold, calculated, ruthless. I was nothing to her but a means to an end.

And Jason… He had been a pawn in her game, just like I had.

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