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Choosing him. Choosing us. And this time, I'm choosing right.

- I was dreaming as a Lion of the tribe of Judah you know him, I saw that he opened his eyes wide and looked at me, and said with his eyes full of tears, - Yes, I know him and a lot of what he said to you, - That you need to get back on track for him to fulfill the promises he has in our lives, - Did he say that to you? - Yes, and he said that he is taking care of our baby, as I understand it will be a girl, he will use her as an instrument for his work, - My love God spoke all this to you, - Yes and said that I am chosen by him that I am the apple of his eye and that I am precious and that he loves me and always takes care of me more than it is time to serve and I followed him, I saw that t

My tears blurred everything. All our sweetness from the past was nothing more than illusions. In the end, all for nothing. When dawn broke, only bitterness remained. One reckless choice—and I buried my own happiness with my own hands. I am scum. And for the rest of my life, I will not deserve happiness.

He looked up at me with guilt written all over his face. "Lisa… I was wrong. I shouldn't have let her manipulate me. I shouldn't have ignored your feelings over and over again. I even humiliated you right to your face because of that woman. I swear, Lisa, if you give me one more chance, I will never let you down again. I'll work hard, I'll build a better life for you…" He choked up, and his eyes were red with emotion. Then as if to prove his sincerity, he dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

A slap that snapped my head back. Through a haze of pain, I saw Leon smile. He leaned down and kissed Selene, deeply, possessively, right there in the smoke and the violence. Then he led her away, laughter trailing behind them. That night, the judgment was formal. I was dragged before the Pack Council in the great stone lodge. My burnt, torn dress was my only clothing. The Head Elder, a grim-faced wolf with silver in his beard, spoke, and his voice echoed to the rafters.

If I can stay by her side, even as some secret lover, it'd still be better than marrying a nobody office worker like Phoebe. With that thought, his confidence instantly swelled. "Ms. Grey…" A flirtatious smile curled on his lips as he strode toward her, every step calculated to look charming and seductive. "What a lucky coincidence that we're celebrating our weddings in the same hotel today. I wonder if I'd have the honor of adding you on WhatsApp? That way, I could get to know Mr. Grey better in the future too." By the time he finished speaking, Julian had already moved right beside Evelyne. His deep, deliberate voice made several women nearby blush.

So I just nod. Two fingers pinch my chin, gently lifting my head. “Gods, Ly, really?” His eyes flick between mine. A small smile tugs at his lips. “Love, the only reason I haven’t claimed you completely is because I know you’re not ready for that.” Holy shit. “But make no mistake, Ly, you are my chosen.” He bends, his hot breath brushing over the shell of my ear. “I will choose you a thousand times over. In this lifetime, and the next. I'll find you and I will make you mine, baby.”

The room tilted under my feet. An elder’s voice cracked through the silence. “Servant Olivia, step forward.” My legs moved before my mind caught up, the bond dragging me like a leash. Silk trembled against my skin as I climbed the dais, every eye a weight. Luther’s face was stone. His voice thundered, each word a blade. “I, Luther Reed of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Olivia Wade, as my Goddess-chosen mate. May She grant you another more fitting.”

“Oh, Maya… There are things I’ve learned in the dark that would make even the Elders weep.” I took a step back. My fingers trembled. “Why? Why are you doing this?” His eyes bore into mine. “Because he’s waking up. And when he does, you’ll see what we were meant to be. You should’ve stayed with me. We could’ve ruled something… greater.” “You’re sick.” “No.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m chosen.” I staggered back from the bars, my vision swimming. This wasn’t the man I married.

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant