Alpha Mate Chose My Bully, I Left on My Birthday

I'm the avoidant type. When I was fifteen, my brother accused me of breaking his PlayStation. I didn't argue. I just made sure he didn't see my face for six months, until he wrote me three apology letters and sent me thirty thousand dollars. Years later, I mated his rival. Lucian Vance, Alpha of Northridge. When Lucian didn't answer my texts, I pretended I'd never sent them. When he skipped the dinner I'd spent all afternoon cooking, I ate it alone and said nothing. He bragged to my brother that I loved him too much to ever leave. Then his brilliant new assistant walked through my front door. The girl who bullied me out of high school. I asked him, once, to replace her. He told me to stop being jealous. So on my birthday, I packed everything I owned and got on a plane. That night, Lucian texted my brother a photo of my birthday cake. We're doing great. Hate it all you want. My brother wrote back: Oh, totally. My sister's the most forgiving person alive. Worst case, she never speaks to you again.