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As much as I wanted to kill him, that would have been too easy. So I kept draining him. And then I felt it. A surge. My eyes burned, and I knew they had turned red. He was an Alpha. No wonder he wanted my power. No wonder he had been so desperate. He had wanted strength enough to claim the throne. Too bad. Now that power was mine. Since the clan had chosen to rise against me, perhaps it was time I showed them what it truly meant to rule. I stepped closer and ripped the tape from his mouth.

Ryan's wolf growled beside me, but Darius didn't even flinch. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You don't get to choose, Jessica." I slapped his hand away... And chose Ryan. In front of everyone. I thought I had won that night. But I didn't know the war had just begun.

she says and leaves my room. I propped up the pillow nicely, lay my head down slowly, and closed my eyes. Not long after that, I started drifting off into the darkness… “I, Jake Currington, future Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, reject you, April Robinson, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” Those words haunted me even in my dreams, and just like that, my eyes snapped open. Ugh, I knew what followed. I had lived it; there was no need to dream about it, either.

‎ ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love. ‎ ‎Chosen. ‎ ‎Always. ‎ ‎The manor stood. ‎ ‎The garden bloomed. ‎ ‎The light lived. ‎ ‎In the quiet. ‎ ‎In the ordinary. ‎ ‎In the love. ‎ ‎And that was everything. ‎ ‎The choice. ‎ ‎The light. ‎ ‎The love. ‎ ‎The life. ‎ ‎Chosen. ‎ ‎Always. ‎ ‎The cursed wolf was the first who chose.

“You did what?“ I was astonished. I couldn't believe the words I had just heard. My father had just confessed to rejecting his fated partner. “So you're saying that the both of you aren't mates. Is that what I'm hearing?“ Adam said in disbelief. “We are mates, that's what we're trying to tell you. We weren't originally chosen for one another but we chose each other” My father said. “But why? Why would you reject your mate? Did you not love her?“ I asked sitting down, this was all too much.

“This isn’t her. She’s asleep. This is the circle rejecting us.” The floor split in glowing veins of angry white light. The sigil pulsed like a heartbeat three times in rapid succession. A warning. A claim. A voice, ancient and furious, rippled through the chamber, shaking the torches and rattling the bones of every woman present. “Chosen.” The council froze. “Impossible,” Vekhira whispered. “She hasn’t claimed it she hasn’t even attempted.” “Chosen.” The sigil flared white one final time and exploded.

"Grace, I'm turning down your invitation. I already promised Lilith the opening dance." Darian shook off my hand without hesitation and walked toward Lilith. Whispers rippled through the crowd — mocking me for being rejected after asking my own fated mate to dance. But none of them knew how happy I was. Because I had been reborn. I was back at my twenty-second birthday ball. I was the only daughter of the Stone Creek Pack Alpha, and Darian was my fiancé.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

"I don't care, I already chose you." "But why ... why me?" "Since you're the only person who manages to make my heart move, I've been choosing you since the beginning your family moved to the Blue Moon Pack." "But there are many other women who are prettier, smarter, greater, and stronger than me! Why me?" "Because I chose you, I don't care about faces... intelligence and anything else. You have been chosen by my heart and my wolf." "What if I don't want it?" Jazzy ventured to ask, what would happen if she reject the alpha.

Mom’s eyes were fixed on it, her voice low but filled with awe. “The aura from this… the power,” she said. “This necklace holds a lot of energy.” Gabriel nodded slowly. “Yes, I feel it, It’s the same energy from the guy at the gate a week ago and I think he’s the one who gave it to her. He left his energy behind… I’ve seen it before.” Bryain. “Based on my research, he’s the Chosen One,” Gabriel continued. “The one the stories talked about. The one everyone whispered about… the chosen werewolf. That’s him.”