The Rejected Mate's SSS-Class Awakening

"No matter what, I must get this crystal back. Kaelen is waiting for me." Lyra told herself, her eyes cold and determined.

She pushed her frail body against the howling ion storm, her military boots sinking deep into the toxic mud of the Vanguard Base perimeter.

The radiation felt like venomous needles tearing at her exposed skin, the severe pain wandering wildly through her veins.

But she bit her pale lips hard.

As long as she thought of her mate-the noble S-class Commander Kaelen-suffering through the agonizing torment of his beastly berserk heat right now, this obsession became the sole driving force supporting her broken body.

Dodging flying metallic debris, she finally dragged her broken legs toward the heavy airlock doors of the faintly glowing command center.

Using her frozen, bloody hands, she fumbled out the silver emergency key, using every last ounce of her strength to twist it in the slot.

The heavy doors slowly parted to the sides.

However, what greeted her was not a beast struggling in pain, but a wave of nauseatingly explicit flirtation. The warm luxury inside and the hell outside seemed like two entirely different worlds.

"Oh... Baby Kaelen, you're so much better at serving me than Lyra, that dead fish. She's just a completely boring woman."

Lyra froze stiffly at the door. Covered in mud and blood, she looked past the entryway. On the massive leather sofa, Sylvia, the A-class healer, had her clothes half-open, wrapping herself around Kaelen's strong chest, using every trick in the book to seduce him.

"Since that zero-defense E-class trash is so boring, why don't you hurry up and kick her out?"

And Kaelen, the man Lyra was willing to sacrifice her life for, was panting heavily. The mouth that had once sworn eternal vows to her was now spewing nothing but vulgarities:

"She can't even do a basic spirit soothing, she's literally like a block of wood. Nothing like how exquisite you are."

Lyra felt a loud buzz in her brain. Bone-chilling heartbreak instantly swallowed her whole. A soft gasp of shock escaped her throat.

Hearing the noise, Kaelen whipped his head around, those ice-blue eyes originally filled with lust instantly replaced by sheer terror: "Ly-Lyra?! How did you get in here!"

The extreme fright caused his beastly aura to collapse instantly. In a massive panic, the arrogant S-class Commander violently shoved Sylvia away and scrambled to fix his clothes.

Because he was so nervous, his legs got hopelessly tangled together. He stumbled forward and fell flat on his face, knocking over an expensive crystal table. He sprawled on the floor in an incredibly comical, miserable mess, trembling and looking exactly like a frightened stray dog.

Realizing he had made a colossal fool of himself, Kaelen flew into a humiliated rage. Dropping the act entirely, he haphazardly pulled himself up, shielded the disheveled Sylvia behind him, and cursed loudly at Lyra:

"Since you saw it all, I won't bother acting anymore! Look at your disgusting, muddy ghost of an appearance right now! You, a good-for-nothing E-class piece of trash, can't even compare to one of Sylvia's toes! I've been sick of you for a long time! Sylvia is the only woman fit to stand by my side!"

Sylvia hid behind Kaelen's broad back, affectedly pulling her collar together. Her large brown eyes flashed with victorious mockery:

"Oh, Sister Lyra, don't blame Kaelen. You can't even protect yourself, you only drag him down. You really should know your own place."

Just then, a half-wolf little girl poked her head out from the inner suite. It was Mya, the biological daughter for whom Lyra had secretly drained her own life force to stabilize her genes. Mya covered her nose and yelled at Lyra with a face full of disgust:

"Daddy is right! You're just a useless loser! Auntie Sylvia also said that only a noble A-class healer deserves to be my mom. Not only are you useless, but you also tracked mud onto Daddy's carpet! I hate you, get out of here right now!"

The child's uninhibited words completely sliced open how this scumbag and his mistress had brainwashed her daughter.

Lyra's breathing stopped. She opened her stiff hand, and the soothing crystal she had risked her life to bring back rolled onto the floor.

With eyes full of contempt, Kaelen ruthlessly stomped on it, crushing the precious crystal into a floor full of glowing dust: "Take your garbage and roll back to the rear quarters immediately!"

Looking at the dust on the floor, Lyra didn't cry.

The burning agony of the radiation vanished in an instant, replaced by an absolute, freezing clarity. She slowly stood up straight, her spine instantly straightening like a sword.

"Three years of my heart and blood fed to a dog. Fortunately, the dog has finally shown its true colors today." Lyra's lips curled into a sneer of utter contempt. "Kaelen, take your white lotus and your ungrateful wolf cub, and lock yourselves in the trash heap together. You don't deserve me."

Without casting another glance at the comical couple, Lyra turned around, facing the howling ion storm, and left them with a cold silhouette.

As the heavy doors closed, Lyra swiped open her Star Network terminal and pulled up a highly classified legal document: The Mate Contract Termination Form.