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Ronan is the Alpha of Silverpine Pack. To protect Mara, the widow of the warrior who died saving him, and her young son, he repeatedly chooses them over his own family. The entire pack praises his loyalty and honor. Only I know that every promise he keeps to Mara teaches his own daughter to stop waiting for him. Then Ivy writes in an assignment at the pack academy: [My father is dead.] [He did not die at the border. He died at Mara’s house. Every time she called, he went to her and forgot how to come home.] Ronan finally realizes something is wrong and returns with a belated gift. What he does not know is that a summons from the Northern Crown has already reached me. In fifteen days, I will

The crisp edges of the papers sliced across my face. Blood seeped through in thin, red lines. "You're not even that sick. You refused to give up the donor kidney because you were jealous of Vincent, you dug your heels in on purpose. If I hadn't done what I did, he could have died because of you." "Nathan, I've known you for years. I must have been blind not to see through you sooner. To think I actually chose to marry someone like you."

Just this once. Choose him. Choose us.

Silas’s voice cracked when he answered. “I choose you, Aiden Blackwood. Not the boy who hurt me once. Not the man who knelt in shadows. The man who stayed. The man who forgave me when I couldn’t forgive myself. The man who built a legacy of hope when I only knew how to break things. The man who still looks at me like I’m worth seeing. I choose you—every scar, every dream, every quiet night. Until the stars forget how to burn.” They kissed—slow, deep, tasting salt and forever.

Then: "What if I told you I don't expect to be chosen?" "What?" "I'm adopted. Not really a Thorne. I don't have the power Damon has or the lightness Kieran has. I'm just the middle one. The one nobody really needs." He stands. "So I'm not asking if you'll choose me. I'm asking you to choose the right one. The one who'll make you happiest. Even if it's not me." "Caius." "Promise me. When you choose, choose for you. Not for duty. Not for fear. For actual happiness."

My fangs threaten to break skin. “You’re insane.” “And you’re selfish,” he fires back. “You’ve had your freedom. Your little rebellion. Now it’s time to come back and do your part.” Silence stretches between us. Long and ugly. I was fighting several ways to end his stupid long life here and now. Then he says it: “He’s already been chosen.” I go still. My voice barely escapes. My heart thumping in my chest. I felt dizzy all of a sudden but I managed to utter. “Who?”

Tears shone in his eyes. “I didn’t choose you in the beginning. But I choose you now. Freely. Entirely. I choose your quiet strength. Your fierce heart. Your steady hand. I choose the way you see me, not as broken, but as whole. And I vow to never forget that love, real love, is a choice we make every day. I choose you today. I’ll choose you tomorrow. I’ll choose you always.” Lorenzo blinked, hard. He took my hands tighter and began his vows.

My breath catches Because this time he is not promising perfection He is promising effort He is promising honesty He is promising us I step closer and rest my hand on his chest His heartbeat jumps Mine follows “You don’t have to be perfect” I whisper “You just have to stay You just have to choose us every day And I will choose you too” His throat moves hard His hands reach for mine slowly like he’s asking without words I let him hold me Because this time it feels right This time it feels earned This time it feels ours A soft ringing echoes from outside the hallway “They’re calling us” he says with a small smile “We should go down”

he murmured, “Like you’re nothing” I didn’t say anything…heck I didn’t know what to say, because I was nothing to everyone but him. He touched my cheek, his thumb running over a fresh scratch, I winced, and he growled low in his throat. “They’ll pay for this,” he said, more to himself than to me. I shook my head quickly, “Please don’t”. He looked at me then, really looked, and behind his eyes they looked cracked. “I’m choosing you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “At the ceremony, I don’t care what the elders say, I don’t care what my father wants, I know what the goddess will choose, I know what I want”.

I insist, hoping that he will discover that I am not for him. “That's you. I've already chosen you. Because, just as you picked me out that night leaving the disco and didn't let me go until very late, I will. But, in my case, I'm not going to let you go. >> I'm going to formalize that I have chosen you, Adhara. I chose you to be mine alone. And don't worry, I'm not one of those people who obsess about something and then get bored. If I chose you, it's because I'm going all the way with you.” says the Lord Every... and I try not to let my heartbeat too fast because of what he just told me.